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Ugh. I'm dead right now. I Went: Driving alone today--the farthest I've ever gone alone. On an HOUR long car ride that was probably two hours--I wouldn't know, I lost count. DROVE THE ENTIRE TIME ON THAT HOUR LONG CAR RIDE. AND BACK. To Greencastle for a retarded softball tournament that she may have to go back for again tomorrow, but thoughtfully declines RIGHT NOW. To bed. Good Night, and see you in 16 hours. (Of sleep, that is.)

Dear Steph, Well, I knew you were in NH and I didn't want to bother you, but I just got back from driving and almost hitting a deer again. So I'm a LEETLE stressed out right now. That's not the big story though...it gets worse! The big story is that Carlos went away to CONA and came back and the lucky bastard already has himself a girlfriend! I know, YAY!! But sort of. I dunno. I'm not jealous, but there's this sick feeling in the pit of my gut that's a mixture between being shanked and eating bad food. I dunno why I feel like this but I can't talk to Marz about it because she's got issues of her own and she'd just make fun of me anyways...but now Carlos is running for YOUTH GOVERNOR (which is a big deal) and it completely pisses me off because he should not be allowed to be this successful while I sit around without a job, without a boyfriend, and without a life. I don't want to vote for him at all, but my delegation would think I'm a traito...

Uhhh...jeez. This afternoon I've been looking at my calendar. I've noticed that I have a HELLUVA lot of things going on very soon. And sometimes, they happen *simaltaneously*!!! For instance, I'm a complete sped. I had totally forgotten that HP5 (the movie) comes out on a WEDNESDAY. WHAT THE HELL?!? What movie comes out on a WEDNESDAY? I've got a job interview next Tuesday. Then the movie comes out on Wednesday (still idiotic). The week after that I have to babysit, and then I have a HUGE family reunion/grad party the same day that HP7 (the book) comes out. And don't even ask me about August! I'm excited, however. Finally, my summer has some SUBSTANCE! Have a magical day!

Ugh, I'm pmsy . Yeah, I said it. I do that all the time. My time of the month is hardly a secret, so why act like it's some sort of...secret? I'm WAY too bitchy when I have it, so everyone knows. I only swear not to talk about the gruesome details or anything. All you need to know is that I want a whole bunch of food that is extremely bad for me. Fourth of July, HERE I COME!! But I pampered myself today. I gave my little toesies a nice pedicure. Then a whole bunch of hours later, I went to visit my dear friend Ms. Dairy Queen. Butterfinger Blizzard HELLO!!! I'm coming to the sad realization that once I finish Bermudez , I will be out of books again. And when you haven't any money but an extreme need for some literature, this can be debilitating. I always figure if I help my Dad out at work, that he'll pay me in books--he tends to do this--but all the books I choose are new (aka $20 or more) and he's starting to get irritated by my expensive book addiction...

I ran a lot of errands this weekend, which inhibited me from posting anything more interesting than the 'Top 5 baseball players' post. My dad bought me two more books from Borders. (I'm having trouble checking my Rewards account at the moment, but I'll let you know where I'm at.) And on the way home, driving was a bit stressful--people kept cutting me off and such. Not fun. Dad's blood pressure rises when I'm driving and I let people get in front of me. But I figure they can just go on, not endanger my life any longer, and I can just mosy(sp?) on my merry way at exactly the speed limit. Well, I didn't really have that option yesterday. I was driving down this road close to my house. It's a long, straight road, where my Dad tends to speed up, and allows me to, just to get moving. And I was going at a pretty acceptable pace, by legal and other traffic standards (or whatever). Just when I'm getting the speed going, does WHAT jump out in front of ME?...