It makes me, like, smile. :)

So I'm sitting here at my desk...working away...when all of a sudden, something hilarious breaks the silence...

My boss's ringtone is the Nacho Libre theme song.

I think I laughed for five minutes straight.

♫Iyam Iyam...a real religious man...♫

* wiping tears *

Yeah, it's gonna be a good summer. :)

EXCEPT:

Go away, snow! May is not the place for you... to say nothing of June. These poor little EFY kids were so not prepared for you.

♫wissshhh right now...♫

Feast your eyes on the beauty I'm driving around for the next two weeks....
BAHAHAHAH
At least it has leather interior?

My next car is so getting upgraded to the leather. Heck. Yes.



I got a shorter splint on my finger today...I can now bend my finger in half.
* happiness *
who knew?

My room is clean.
Watch out, universe. I possess order again.


Hair: not feeling boyish today.

Cute boy: Hello. :)

Glee: On my iPod. Pure bliss.
♫The Lady is a Tramp.♫One.♫Jessie's Girl.♫Ice Ice Baby.♫
perma-grin.

Even better?
two words: Airplanes. B.o.B
I've been singing it for multiple days straight now. I don't even want it out of my head yet.
Thank you, Hayley Williams.

Sardines in a pitch black church: hello, summer! Stay for a while, please?

Cool. :)

Summer goal: coming.
I think it's pretty darn cool.
Stay tuned.

When it rains, it pours...

Hi. Welcome to my life. At about 3:00 p.m. Monday, guess what happened?

Some girl hit my car.

I have a $500 deductible on my car insurance.

On one hand: great.

On the other hand: $500?!?!

I. HATE. TEENAGE. DRIVERS.

It's seriously stressing me out.

Last Monday it was the broken finger - then one week later I can't drive my car and have to cough up $500?

You're kidding right?

Seriously, I quit. I hate Mondays.

I had this other post I was working on...you know...nice happy thoughts. It's gonna have to wait until I'm in a better mood. Right now all I want to do is go home and sleep.

But my room is a mess. I can't sleep when I know my room is a mess. This only happens when I'm stressed out. You can always tell how my life is going by the state of my room. I don't even let people in my room right now.

MAKE IT STOP!

But I did cut my hair...and I really like it.
(I'll post a picture...someday...)
Except when I woke up this morning and no matter what I wore, it looked like I was a boy because my hair is so short.
GAH.

Tomorrow will be better.

Out.

I make lists. It's my mother's fault.

Ahem.

#1
I finished my grad school application last Saturday.
Yes, that was the deadline day.
No, I do not have a strong opinion about what the decision is. :) I'll find out in June.
The best part about hitting that submit button was the feeling of finally having DONE it.

Dear life list: CHECK. Next? :) Love, Me.

#2
Cool things:

• I got more jeans in the mail. I love them. Even if my friend Lauren made fun of the rainbow colors on the pockets. She's just jealous.
  
• 3 Calvin and Hobbes books: now mine. Mucho on sale. Steal of a deal. Thank you, Barnes and Noble. :)
• Rearranging finances can sometimes be the best thing you never though of doing. Let's just say I should have done that a long, long time ago.
• Getting my hair cut: TOMORROW!
  

#3:

I broke my finger.

Yeah, that's right. I've never had a broken bone yet in my entire life so I guess I had to break that streak sometime but I just didn't expect to do it on a Monday morning on my way in to work.

In case you're wondering, I slammed it in my car door. My locked car door, mind you. I had to unlock my car door, pull out my now mangled finger, freak out for .2 seconds, get back IN the car, and drive myself to the emergency room because I'm not terribly far away, there's no one in the parking lot (HOW, I ask?!?) and my phone is clear in the back seat of my car. So I drove. Behind the slowest lady in all of P-town. ..Uh...yelling and crying the whole way.

What. A. Baby, right?

So far, it has been in a giant pink finger cast the size of Texas, and is currently in a less noticeable white splint. In one more week, it will hopefully be small enough to fit in a normal finger-sized cast.

The worst part was not actually breaking my finger. (Though that was gruesome and I shall never repeat aforementioned experience, thank you very much.) The worst part was driving MYSELF to the ER, and then sitting there for four hours - all by myself. AND THEN the doctor has the nerve to tell me my fingernail probably won't grow back.

Can he not SEE that I'm a girl, and that I'm ALREADY crying?! Geez.

However, after a follow-up visit yesterday, the new doctor told me that was not so. In 4-6 months, I shall have it back.

That's so much better than never. :)

UGH.

Also, if anyone has a use for four giant x-rays of my broken finger, you just let me know.

#4

Sometimes...sometimes I hate it when I realize I shouldn't be so judgmental.

Very vague case in point:

"Annoying" boy recently turned into "suddenly you are strangely attractive/what is WRONG with me" boy.

Oh boy.

The end. This is Dee, signing OUT.