Friday, April 06, 2007
Er.
I was reconciling my cash a while ago when my phone vibrated. I was hoping it was one of my friends so I took my phone out of my pocket and looked. One second after seeing a 1-866 number, I honestly went What could they possibly want now? because I thought it was one of those telemarketer people. Then I thought, wait, this might be one of the universities I applied to, so I picked up.
They lady on the other line went Bleh, bleh, bleh. I'm bleh, bleh, bleh Bank of America bleh, bleh, bleh teller position. Bleh, bleh, bleh few questions. Bleh bleh good time bleh bleh bleh better time to call? And I just went Now's good.
I don't remember half the questions she asked me, partly because I was finishing up on some work while she was talking to me and partly because my mind was totally on buying a new pair of peeptoes (Which I will talk about next.). But I do remember that she asked me to check my email to find a link to a test that I have to take, blah-dee-blah-blee-bloo.
Anyway, I just finished taking the test. Whew.
I have a new pair of peeptoes. And a new pair of slip-ons. And new pairs of flip-flops. And new body splashes. And tees. And mascara. And sunglasses.
Good day for shopping. Bad day for saving.
I am such a girl sometimes.
Candy messaged me today. Ha! I replied.
*headdesk*
Can I swallow this bottle whole
So this brain in my head can forget your face?
Can I swallow this bottle whole?
I'd rather be dead than make more mistakes.
~from Yellowcard's Firewater
I have not the strength to resist her.
Can I just die? Please?
I was a couple of blocks down from my house when I heard a faint screaming from the back. I kept walking thinking people shout at each other all the time. But then the screaming went on so I turned around and I saw Mai in her car. :)
I crossed the street and got into her car. Apparently, her screaming wasn't faint (And knowing Mai, no sound from her mouth could possible be faint.), my tunes were just loud. Guilty. :)
Anyway, I was getting comfortable in her car (Papie Frank was driving... Without a license! :-o) when she handed me something. I was still sleepy, seeing as it was only half an hour past seven, and couldn't read it at first. I looked harder and read Complaint and Summons I didn't need to read on. I knew what it was. It was a parking ticket. $42 for not moving her car on street cleaning hours. Oh, mehn.
And so begins the hard work that comes with having a car.
All tied in one
Honesty waits here forever
I've been undone
Glory and us come together
~from Acceptance's Glory/Us
Beautiful lyrics from a beautiful song. Another one for my want-to-make-love-to-this-music music. Haha.
Glory and us come together.
Definitely. Surely. Completely without a doubt.
kitten posted @ 12:05 AM
