I'm frustrated with myself but I can’t change. I don’t want to be me anymore.

I have my G2 test on July 9^th. The only thing I’m worried about is my parallel parking. I have never attempted it. And frankly I really don’t see the point of it. If there was no room for a parking lot, the builders and contractors should have mapped places out better, and if they still couldn’t find a space to fit in a parking lot, they should have let the land alone and built somewhere else. Parallel parking is not only difficult but it is dangerous. Not for reasons relating to the actual parking job but the location of those parking spots leave the driver at risk of getting hit just by getting out of the car. I mean, after all the frustration of having to try and park a vehicle in a small spot then having to wait, sometime for at least 5 minutes, to get out of the car trying not to get hit, its just not worth it. What the heck is the point of a parallel parking spot? When I get my license I promise myself I will never be forced to park in one of these silly spots. I will make an attempt to find a parking lot and if I have to walk a little farther, so be it.

Listening to: Barnacle Goose by Born Ruffians

Fact of the day: I'm Indecisive.

Wish me well, you can go to hell.

So for the past few days I've been thinking a lot about new and old things that are still present in my life. Some things have disappeared, some have reappeared, and some things never change. I haven’t yet decided what I think of these things, they have just been thought of.

Listening to: Wish me well (you can go to hell) by the Bouncing Souls
Fact of the day: Something isn't right but I know I love you.

Pissed. Pissed. Pissed.

That’s the theme for today, and probably the rest of my week; and or life.

I treat my MacBook Pro like its my baby, yet the computer guy calls and tells me he found liquid and sticky stuff inside and now Apple wont cover with warranty. WHAT THE FUCK?! I wouldn’t be surprised if it was that dude who spilt his coffee everywhere and then dropped his jelly donut on top of it.

I cannot for the life of me think what it could be! If I had spilt something on that thing I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED. Something like that I would not forget.

DOUCHEBAGS. EVERYWHERE. DOUCHEBAGS.

Listening to: Walls Of Jericho by Animal Kingdom

Fact of the day: PISSED.

Monday morning you sure look fine.

So Monday night pretty much ruled. I got to hang out with some sweet people and have a great time, which I haven't done in a long while. I was supposed to attend a soccer game, but I bailed to go see Strike Anywhere. As my luck would have it, with also drinking too many rockstar vodkas, I got more hurt than I would have if I had gone to soccer. But I had a blast; it was worth it. I am usually an embarrassing mess when I'm drunk but whatever, I don't think I was thaaaat bad this time. My job has taken 96% of all the time I have in a week, so I though I deserved it. I havent seen the people I got to hang out with in a very long time, and it was really nice. I miss good times.

Listening to: Monday morning by Fleetwood Mac.

Fact fo the day: First you love me then you get on down the line.

Even though we have to say goodbye, keep me in mind.

My parents were watching a movie one night after I came home from work and it reminded me of something I'd been set on doing for a while but have yet to actually get around to. I want a pen pal.
The movie, Max and Mary, was a claymation about a little 8 year old girl who lived in Australia wondering where babies came from in the US; as they came from beer glasses in Australia. She picked a name out of the phonebook and sent a 48 year old man a letter asking him just this. The entire movie was based around their pen pal relationship. It was sad but it was cute; for lack of a better term.

Anyways, I've decided im going to give this a shot. I'm picking a random name out of the phonebook and sending this person a letter. I hope they don't think I'm creepy. I'm going to get started on this letter right away. When I'm done, the name picking begins.

Listening to: Keep me in mind by Little Joy.

Fact of the day: Sometime I can't help but feel that I'm wasting all of my time.