Speak now or forever hold your peace in pieces

Well hellllooooo.

I’ve not written in quite a while.

A lot of things have happened.

I really ought to talk about them

Really.

But I don’t want to. I really don’t.

For the sake of my sanity, we’ll leave it at this: *exasperated sigh*
I… wentoutwithmattforthreedays. And by Matt I mean Matt “I LOVE YOUUUU” Farley. Not Matt “ILIKEYOUBUTYOUWON’TSCREWMEEEEE” Tata.

Clearly FAR too many Matts in my life.

In other news…

Dad has put a down payment on a (get this) electric guitar. FOR MEEE!!!! But he still hasn’t paid for the rest of it, which kind of worries me because after like a month (or something like that) they take the hold off of it and and and… I’m scared. That he won’t pay for the rest of it. I asked him the other night when he was going to finish paying for it and he was like “When are you going to pay me my $20?” Which is really STUPID because I didn’t even ask him for this thing.

Here’s the story: I went into town w/ him the other day and we went into Pavlov’s looking for batteries, but we ended up checking out the guitars and stuff too. The salesman guy showed us some and played them for us (he was pretty amazing on the guitar by the way) and Dad was all asking how much they were. And I was thinking “Oh, maybe I’ll ask for this for my birthday” but then he’s all asking the guy “Can I do this in payments?” and the guy’s like “If you put money down on it now I’ll give you the batteries for free” So he ended up putting like $100 down on it. Meanwhile I’m just in total and complete shock and sheer joy. But if he doesn’t pay for the rest of it soon, he’ll have blown a hundred bucks on four AAA batteries.

School gets out TOMORROW!! *Tears of joy streaming down face* I am SO DONE!

Still trying to pin down some employment. Haven’t actually given any of the applications I’ve gotten back yet. Well except for the one I filled out at Mulligan’s today. Chyeah. Damn straight I’ll be making your ice cream. I’d really like to work at Kohl’s or Deb or Barnes and Noble. But you know… money is money.

And that’s all that sexy biatch wrote dawg.

I’m sorry. There really was no call for that.

Anyways.

xxx