So I got a rental car. It's pretty gorgeous. It's a 2011 Nissan Altima. And it's prettttttttty. It's blue.

I miss my car, but it's all hurt and needs to be fixed.

I'm still waiting to hear about a new job, but HR is out of their office until tomorrow so... we'll see.

My friends suck. Guys only want me for some dirty skanky sex and no one wants to just HANG out. Blah.

I've never said "no" to sex before. I did yesterday, and it was like that basically had no effect at all. It made me feel things. Things I don't completely understand. Like dirty and unimportant. We didn't have sex, but it took like ten minutes of me saying "No" until the trying to sex me up actually stopped.

Whatever.

Watching Grey's, no music. Just lots of blood.

in slow motion, the blast is beautiful

So I woke up this morning at 7:30. I got ready for work, anticipating making free Starbucks samples today and getting to drink them. Since I can't afford to actually buy Starbucks, and Target is too cheap and selfish to let us actually make ourselves an occasional free drink.

I took off at a reasonable time to allow myself to get to work. Picked a playlist on my MP3 and set off for work. Somewhere a Clock is Ticking by Snow Patrol was blaring and I was driving down a country road when all of a fucking sudden, there was a car pulling out right in front of me.

I slammed on my breaks, but it was like slow motion. All that I could hear in my brain was STOP STOP STOP. But he was too close, and I hit him.

I watched my car hit the driver's side of his dark blue chevy, and watched it go into a small ditch. My hands were shaking as I threw the door open and watched him get out of his car. After him telling me that he was okay, I got my phone out and called my mother. Because, while almost being twenty-three years of age, my first instinct when there's trouble - is talk to my mommy.

After I told her what happened and asked her to come to the scene, I dialed 911. Explained that we needed a police and that no one was injured.

So this wreck was clearly not my fault. An old man pulled out in front of me and I hit him. He tried to claim that I was going 65 miles an hour, but I swear he had no idea how fast I was going - his face wasn't even pointed toward my direction. He had no idea that I was there. Then the cop said "Sir, it doesn't matter if she was going eighty, you still pulled out in front of her and this wreck is your fault."

I watched them tow away my car. My car that I just got two months ago, that's not new to the world but new to me. My first NICE car. My 2007 Ford Fusion was all fucked up on the passenger side front end of the car.

Sad face.

I miss my car.

In other words, I've basically gotten a new job. It's at the Fresh Market, which pays more than Target (STARTING), and seems like a lot less sucky of an environment. I just have to wait until they run my background check, and then I've got the job. Part-time bakery. I'm gonna gain so much weight.

I have my classes registered and I'm getting my books on Wednesday. Going back to school starting August 23rd.

So there's a little update. My head hurts.

Somewhere a Clock is Ticking - Snow Patrol

true, though the imprint is deep in me, it will always be up to me

Just finished the Glee finale with Matty and James, made us dinner (potato soup, grilled cheese with bacon sandwhiches, salads and cherry limeade), just finished cleaing up after us.

So... I FINALLY GOT A NEW CAR. Oh my gosh, it's so pretty. I was freaking out because everything was just getting really overwhelming and I was thinking that I'd never ever be able to afford a new car, and then we found this car. And I really can't afford this one either, but it's prettyyyyy. It's a 2007 Ford Fusion in dark maroon. And it's so shiny and happy.

I'm going to be paying on it for forever and a half, but my credit score will be AMAZING once it's paid off. Which means, you guessed it - student loans and school time! Columbia College, just give me a couple of years to finish establishing my credit, and I'm all yours.

Wow, that's kind of sad. That I have to finance a car and pay it off JUST To be able to get a loan to go to college on my own. My life sucks. Bahahaha.

Anyway, I've been writing more for Notches. Because I'm awesome. Getting on track with life and stuff. Still job hunting for a job that actually pays and doesn't make me hate life. Going back to school this fall, talked to one of my teachers from Columbia and she sent me all of my required courses for Television so I know what gen eds to take.

Yep. I'm doing awesome.

Haven't spoken to Justin in a while. Which is fine, 'cause I'm done with the drama of being in a non relationship or whatever the fuck it was.

So yep! Planning a trip to Chicago this fall. Possibly a Birthday present to myself? :)

Genetic Emancipation - Repo! The Genetic Opera

c'mon friends, get up now you're not alone at all

Had Matty and James over for a little new Glee episode watching party. We had tacos.

They totally freaked me out, 'cause I didn't think that the person who's going to die was going to die in this episode, and they were CONVINCED that they would die. And I'm like, "No way." And then Matty started freaking out and saying "It's Blaine! It's Blaine!" (I'm really not sure that that's how you spell his name, but it's how I fucking spell his name damn it.) And I'm like, "No! it can't be!"

And they were convinced that it was going to be him, and I was getting freaked out. And the ending started getting ALL HAPPY and I was like, "Shit" because when someone dies, it's usually when everything's super happy. Right?

... No one died. Hahaha.

I wrote six pages of Notches last night! I listened to Christina Perri's CD on repeat all night last night (it came out today, bought the MP3 album on amazon at midnight, I'm cool) and just sat there and wrote six pages of season three. I'm quite proud of myself.

I'm in a sad mood. Probably going to write some more now. Mwahahaha.

Comes and Goes (In Waves) - Greg Laswell

how the hell does a broken heart get back together when it's torn apart

So apparently my supervisor thought that the note that stupid cunt wrote about me isn't grounds for a talking to. She doesn't want to get involved.

Okay, whatever. Just one more reason I won't feel bad when I find a better job and say "fuck you, bitches."

Here's a little cryptic thought for ya. I missed her really bad this weekend.

Bluebird - Christina Perri

children waiting for the day they feel good

I turned the note into my supervisor, they're going to talk to her about it. 'Cause she's a stupid, ghetto ass cunt who needs to....

Anyway.

I applied to this new grocery store that's opening up in town today. They're having basically everything, 'cause they haven't even opened yet. I applied for Bakery and Candy/Coffee. They're both full-time, so we'll see what happens with that.

I'm almost finished with the series Caprica. Just one more disc left, and I'm really sad that it'll be over after that, 'cause I really wanted to see how all of the cylon shit got out of hand and I'm betting there won't be nearly enough time on the last disc. Sad.

It has stopped raining for... two days now! It's supposed to storm tomorrow, though. :(

Photolab the next two days, then I'm off for two days. Yay!

Mad World - The Red Paintings (cover)

I don't have to pay for this shit

So my MRI came back normal. Yay! I haven't gotten the results yet for my bloodwork, but yay for no tumors or whatever. Right?

Okay, so I had the MRI yesterday. It sucked a lot more than they make it sounds in Grey's, 'cause they're basically like "He needs an MRI." like it's nothing. It really wasn't bad, as long as you're not claustrophobic. Which I'm not. But you lay perfectly still in this big machine and you're smooshed in there and they put things around your head and then sponges on either side of your head so you can't move it. And that made me start thinking about the Green Mile and how the guy forgot to wet the sponge and then I was like, "Maybe I'm really getting electrocuted today and it was all a trap!" And that would've really sucked, 'cause not only would I have voluntarily died with no reason, but I would have had to pay for it! Yeah, they charged me $75. Wouldn't that suck?

I had a lot of time to think those twenty minutes. Mostly all I could think about was the really loud noises that the machine makes in your ear. Blah.

Then the bloodwork. I really hate needles. I know that like, everyone says that and I know that I'm not super bad with needles. But it's really just unpleasant. I sat there and was like, "Don't tell me what you're doing, I'm just gonna play bubbles." And it was over before I knew it. But I also hadn't eaten in HOURS so I felt really weak afterwards. And then I went to Chick Fil A like a bad person, because they apparently don't like the gays. But I REALLY wanted a chicken sandwhich. :(

Then I went to see my sister who was having a rough day, so I brought her a slice of pizza from the mall. Then Matty and I went to his place after he got off of work and we watched Easy A which was a GREAT movie.

And some stupid cunt at work wrote this really rude note about me. So I'm turning it into my supervisor because I have seniority and she can't talk about me like that so publically. Dumb cunt.

OH! And Donna conviniently didn't notice that the cheese warmer was leaking. So when I came in I opened it up to see what was up and a bad of cheese had busted and leaked ALL OVER the inside of the warmer. Holy shit it was disgusting. I probably won't eat anything with nacho cheese on it for a while.

So I cleaned that shit up, which took FOREVER and then Justin my non relationship fuck buddy came to my work and acted really douchey and overall it was a pretty shitty day. :)

Chemo Limo - Regina Spektor