Ah! Internet! It's been so long since I last saw you! And, oh! My dear blog. How are you? Have you missed me? You'll never beleive how I missed you so! But it's alright my dear, we're together again, never to be parted. Well, at least not until I've filled you in on lots of stuff...
Where to start?
Well, first, I will tell you all about Ariel's Very Bad Day. It actually wasn't that bad, but it reminded me of that book, where the boy was just having a rotten day & he keeps saying he's going to move to Australia.
It started out unpleasant, but not horrable. I had planned on getting up around 10:30 so I'd have time to shower before work, but I slept through my alarm. Later, I was running late for work, & didn't have time for breakfast. As I walked around my car to get in, I saw a large crack in my windshield. I didn't have time to inspect it, but now I'm pretty sure that some one thought it would be funny to break my window. Guess that's what I get for parking on the street.
When I got off work, I was kind of in a bad mood. You would be too! I mean, I have never damaged my car in anyway, (except the thing with the oil cap, but I'll tell you about that later) & this is the third time some one else has hurt my poor POS with out telling me. (1. About a week after I got my car, some one side-swiped it, taking the drivers side mirror off. 2. A couple weeks ago, some one either side-swiped it again, or thought it would be funny to scrape a bunch of paint off the side. 3. Some one cracked my windshield, 'nuff said.) So I walked in the house, intending to rant about my car, only to have my mum tell me that my Uncle just died.
That hurt. I feel really bad about it. I haven't seen Uncle Don in what...six years? I knew he was in the hospital, I knew he was sick again. But I never got around to sending a get well soon card. I know a card couldn't have made much of a differance. But maybe it would have made him happy to know we were thinking of him, & hoping for him to pull through. It wouldn't bother me as much if I could make it to the funeral, but that's out of the question. I hope he's in a better place now...I hope Faith is doing ok.... :[
I supose other than that the day was good. Mad stopped in while I was at work. And I talked to Ericka briefly.(Is that how you spelll that name? I hate spelling names, there's no rules. People just make up all sorts of odd spellings for all sorts of names. Not that I mind, I think it's cool that names have no rules, but it's rather annoying at work when I have to put names on cups. If you misspell it, the person thinks you're stupid, but if you ask how to spell it they think you're stupid, YOU JUST CAN'T WIN!) Later on Mad 'n I went to lazerquest with this dude Seth. Seth is cool, pretty cute, really weird in a very good way. He kicked our asses at the game. (Which I just lost.) What else did we do? Oh we played ghosts in the graveyard with the kids, that's always fun.
It felt like a bad day, but I think it was a good day with bad over tones.
Ericka & I went to the Postsecret event yesterday. It was really cool, but I was disappointed that more people didn't share secrets. I was even more disappointed that I couldn't drag myself up to that mic. I was thinking about it the whole time we were listening to Frank speak. I thought, I'd get up & talk about how scared I am of people. I'd say every one in this room terrafies me, even Frank, even the person I came with. But I couldn't do it, watching other people go up, picturing myself up there, made me shake all over. I felt faint. And I thought...well, if I make myself go up there I'm going to be very mad at myself for a while, so I'd better just stay here. Haha.
I had loads to write about, since I didn't have internet for a while, I was trying to remember every thing I wanted to say, but alas, I forgot.
Oh, well I s'pose I should mention some blond moments. Yesterday, it was gloomy & over cast, so I turned my headlights on, turns out I forgot to turn them off. So when Ericka dropped me off at my car, it was dead. As a doornail, whatever that means. Later that night, (she drove me to my house) my dad & I went to jump my car. When dad popped the hood to show me where the cables go, he found my missing oil cap...It was stuck the the hood, impailed on the insulation.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about so this is the end.
Love & grape juice,
Ariel
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