The past 3 days have been longggggggg but great. It's 4:25am, and I haven't gotten ANY sleep at all this weekend. And instead of going to bed when I finally get the chance, what do I do?
Redesign my entire website.
Like I said before--copy and paste are marvelous short cuts. I can give my site a whole new look in less than 1 hour, which is great for someone who gets bored easily with the same old thing. But I like this layout, and I may actually stick with it for a while. Then again, you never know with me.
A more detailed update to come later today. But right now, I need to try to get a few hours of sleep before the birds start chirping.
Later after 3 hours of much needed sleep. . .
Of course if you keep an online journal, people are bound to read it. I just never realized that certain friends of mine were reading this daily, and they didn�t bother to tell me that they were (ahem Kramer). So at the bridal shower of a very good friend of mine, Kramer informs me that she reads it every day while she�s at law school. It�s almost as routine as checking her email and shopping online. This is the funniest part though. At the bridal shower, I would start to talk to another friend about stuff going on in my life, and Kramer would complete it for me b/c she�s been reading my page. I thought it was hilarious. If Kramer wasn�t one of my good friends and an ex-roommate from college, I�d be afraid she was stalking me! I love the girl though�no one cracks me up the way she does.
So anyway, I found out today that other local friends have also stumbled onto my page somehow. One asked me when I was going to write a feature on him, and another asked if he could set me up with a friend. Now both of these guys live a few minutes away from me, but we rarely see each other. When we do hang out, it�s as though no time has passed at all. Except for the minor fact one of them is getting married in a couple months (congrats mr. suh-lung!).
Strange. The world wide web is not as big as you think it is.
Well, as for a fully-detailed account of my weekend, it ain�t gonna happen. But here�s a brief summary: Friday was interesting and I�ll leave it at that (don�t want to disclose vital info my best friend is dying to read about). Saturday was spent at Cho-Cho�s bridal shower with the good ol� girls from William and Mary (speaking of which, W&M has finally come out of the dark ages and updated their website) <--shameless plug for school that caused me a great deal of immeasurable unhealthy stress. I love these girls from school dearly, but it is sooo exhausting trying to keep up with them. For some reason, when we all get together, we have this tendency to be a bit obnoxious, crazy, and loud. Of course, I�m always the subdued, quiet one standing in the corner (they�ll try to tell you otherwise, though). When we�re together, we talk (sometimes shout), eat, laugh, loiter, eat, loiter, talk, laugh, eat, eat, eat, eat. So spending 12 consecutive hours together can be quite draining and cause a serious stomach ache (not to mention the difficult task of trying to fit into your pants the next day). But it was great seeing everyone (and their huge engagement rings). I swear, half of the girls who were there were all engaged. All this talk about weddings is enough to make my head spin in circles.
Anyway, when I finally got home at 1:30am, no one was there. My sister was out at a company party and my brother was out who knows where. But I remember that Saturday was the day he planned on getting his new car. He�s been having problems getting a loan because of his age, and I know he was really excited and nervous about the whole prospect of getting his Maxima. That�s all he�s been talking about for the past two weeks, and he�s been drooling over this baby for the past year. He came home shortly after me, and he looked extremely tired. His eyes were a bit red, and I figured it wasn't good news. I didn�t even know if I wanted to ask at that point, but my mother called and left a message for him on our machine. She was dying to know as well.
So I asked him, �Did you get the car?�
He just stood there with his head hung low and replied, �I don�t want to talk about it.�
My heart sank, because I knew how excited he was about it. �Sorry. It just wasn�t meant to be then. At least not right now. Did you call Mom? She left a message on the machine.�
In a low voice he said, �I don�t feel like talking to her. Man, I spent hours at the different dealerships . . . �
He was really bummed out. I didn�t know what else to say, so after standing there in silence for a minute or two, I ended up walking toward my room. I patted him on the back and that's when he freaked me out. He suddenly grabbed my arm, jumping up and down like a mad man, and shouted, �YOOOOO SISTER!!! IT IS SOOOO SWEET!!!�
I looked at him like he was possessed, and he had the biggest grin on his face. �Put on your shoes. We�re going for a joy ride!�
I punched him in the arm for making me feel sorry for him, but couldn�t have been happier for the boy. He asked me a while back if I�d like the honor of being the first passenger in the car if he got it. I told him I�d prefer the honor of being the first to drive it. He threw that out the window, especially considering it�s manual, and me behind the steering wheel and clutch of a manual is just not a pretty sight. So at 2am, we went cruising in his new ride.
It�s sweet. A fully-loaded, 6 cylinder, 222 horse power driving machine guaranteed to impress a few �chicks� (so my brother says). I give him a break for that comment�the boy�s got a big head and he likes to make-believe girls check him out on a daily basis. I don�t want to burst his bubble.
After riding in his new baby, driving my dinky Corolla the next day just wasn�t the same. I�m secretly wishing someone will steal it (so if you see an unlocked gold �94 Corolla in your area with license plate that reads �JackThisCar�, please do so), and hopefully I can get the insurance money for it.
Ok. That wasn�t my entire weekend, but it�s enough to give my friends something to talk about next time we all see each other (especially Kramer ^_^).
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