a day.

this morning: i broke the backup car. pulled the emergency brake handle right out. a little yelling and some crying, and my mother drove me to work. oh it was fun, oh it was. not.
this afternoon: work work work and a lunch break with sami. a little snack at nations and then off to terrorize the toy store, at which i purchased a cheap [ cheap = good] action sampler knock off. which i feel okay about. because i bought a real action sampler once. and it was probably only worth what i payed for the knockoff. [$14]
this evening: a surprise visit from jasin. twas nice. music and talk and my new candles. i wish people would visit more often.

and now, it's over.

mostly a's

i took the quiz....


Congratulations! Your soul mate may be self-involved and materialistic, but he'll look sensational at every awards ceremony! With more fashion sense than you, he'll help you pick out your clothes and bully you into losing those stubborn two pounds! Your kismet is one with Chris Groves, charismatic Dealership bassist and singer.


chris g., huh? not what i was expecting, that's for sure. i guess i assumed that since chris w. and i got along so well, we would at least be platonic soulmates. well you can't have it all, i guess. not that i'm complaining. he's got more fashion sense than me, after all. i could probably learn a thing or two.

i heart dealership. do you?

it's time.

so.
my dad informs me that i need to clean out the car
by morning, when it'll be towed away to some shop
to be looked at. but not either of the shops that were
recommended to me on good faith by people i trust.
needless to say i'm a tad dissapointed- it's my car after
all and i kind of need it to get around in. and i'd
like to have some sort of say over who works on it. but
when it comes right down to it, i won't have the cash to
pay for the whole of the repairs, and it will be my parents
who end up footing the bill. sigh oh sigh. i'll miss you, pete.
please come back to me. soon.

the most dissapointing moment of my day:

my father tells me that this guy agreed to work on the car
on a 'when-he-can-get-to-it' basis. which means what? i
won't see it for six months, maybe more? this is very sad.
very sad. i'm so paranoid that they'll kill it. or steal my cd
player. sigh.