April 15th, 2006


It's a jungle out here..

No rly. There are marshy sounds with crickets and frogs and strange snappings. Ahhh, country.

We made it safe and sound, albeit shaken and terrified. My father, bless him, has been working on fixing the acclaim all day. He thinks he's got it figured. We poured "sea foam" into the gas tank collectively, but I'm really quite lost when he explains all of the helpful things he's done for my poor automobile. He's tried to tell me not to freak out about it, but I still feel complete and utter terror whenever the car malfunctions slightly. Why? Well, in the words of Mitch Hedburg:

"I don't understand cars, man. If the car breaks down, and the gas tank does not say "e," I'm fucked. Otherwise if the gas tank says "e" I get all cocky. I'm like, 'I got this one! Let me break out the toolbox, a.k.a wallet.' I would be a shitty automechanic. Someone would bring their car to me and say, 'my car won't start.' Well maybe there's a killer after you!"

Yeah. Somethin' like that. Eek.

In other news, the weather is lovely. The grass is only slightly more green on this side of the state line, and we're about to take the dogs for a walk. It should be lovely.

My Grandpa went back into the hospital yesterday, and they won't be joining us for Easter. I'm pretty bummed out, 'cause I was looking forward to seeing him. I have such a "what if this is my last chance?" complex. He got two more stints put in, and I'm pretty sure he has stints on every single artery around his heart now. He's going back home today, though. They expect him to do well, and I guess it makes sense to stint everything in one go instead of surgery, then healing, then surgery again. Who knows?

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i mean uh


Yes. I am 21. Guess what's the first thing I did today?

...decorated eggs. What? My mom bought the stuff, and hardboiled 20 eggs, so I figured I should just go with the flow. My eggs severely lacked the creativity found in previous generations. I think my favorite is the "Egg Instructions" egg, with the arrow pointing to the bottom and the words "Break it down."

But! I am 21 years old! And I was sitting in my PJ's trying to draw on this stupid egg with a white crayon and therefore couldn't see what I'd done! I felt extremely insecure about my artistry too, simply because I'm 21 and therefore my eggs should look like a mature art. And yet I'm left with "Wow! Pink!" written on a magenta egg because that really is all I've got.

Alas. Family health issues, Car = Ded... I cannot art under these conditions.

My mother also totally made me an Easter basket. She freaked out when Faith and I came back from our walk, because had we come in upstairs we would have totally ruined the surprise omg! Except for the part where my mother is a horrible liar, and I would've found out anyway when Gucci brought down a Reese's egg.

I mean, I just... what?!

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