So we had our charity car wash at work the other day, it went pretty well, considering they were calling for “showers” (Which, you’ll see, was totally underestimated). We collected a couple hundred dollars. Go us! But I am sunburnt like you wouldn’t believe. It’s been like 4 years since I’ve actually spent enough time in the sun to tan even just a little. I really strive hard to stay pale. Not looking like thats happening this year. Once I tan, it doesn’t fade for like ever.

So, after the car wash I had to pull my shift at work and the rain started. Like I said before, “showers” were actually torrential downpour. See also, the parklot and every store but us and the Acme flooded out. Even more interesting, I got home and checked my computer and my weather annoucement popped up. The time on it says 8:19PM (The time the annoucement was delivered) All the pictures I’m about to show were from about 5:30 - 6 o’clock.

This is Gail’s car at about 5:15, right when the flooding started.

This is the parking lot at about 5:45, as the water was about 2 feet onto the sidewalks.

This is the courtyard of the shopping center. This was at about 6 o’clock when all the stores were getting flooded out. There was six inches of water there.

So yeah, their flash flood warning was just a teeny tiny bit too late. Dumbasses. Our shopping center also got hit by lightning and the power went out for a few. The generators ended up kicking in though.

Anyway, I’m done. This entry is for Katriona, so the she knows I’m alive and updating. ;)

Obviously, new layout. I think it’s sexy. You probably do too. If you don’t well, then you suck. Yeah, no modesty. I like it. I’m proud of it.

Anywho. Father’s day. Mine was unique. I spent time with my soon-to-be stepdad, Stan. And then took flowers to my father’s grave. It was weird. Every other time I’ve been down there (It’s been almost ten years since he passed.) I haven’t had a problem with it. I never really cried a lot. But yesterday, when I went down, it was weird. I just started bawling. It was just weird feeling.

On the way home from there, I did a lot of thinking. I really think it was good for me. I’m just going to leave that at that. Details later. Promise.

And because I haven’t plugged it in awhile… join my fanlisting.

[Edit] Okay, because this blog is lacking some substance… lets play a game. I want you to pick one word you would use to describe me. (Even if it’s your first time here!) And then tell me why. [/Edit]

[Edit (Again)] So yeah, I just spent the better part of 45 minutes locked out my house. See, our lock on our basement door (We don’t use the front, in fact, no one in the house even has a key to it.) died so we had to get a new one. Well this new lock, you can open it from inside while it’s still locked. And yeah, stupid me, went out to grab the mail, DIDN’T think about the fucking door. I locked myself out barefoot, in my pajamas. I tried all of the windows on the bottom floor, all locked. I climbed on the roof, those locked too. UGH. So I walked across the street to ask the neighbor if I could use the phone (No one is home besides me.) Yeah, they weren’t home. Neither were any of my other neighbors. So I ended up walking down the street to Jason’s house praying that someone was home there. (I had a feeling Mrs. Cheryl and Mr. Gino wouldn’t be.) but I was REALLY REALLY hoping that either Jason or Chris would be. And thank god, they were both there. Jason opened the door and looked at me, sporting Mike’s polar bear boxers and the t-shirt I had on last night, barefoot, and just gave me this look, like wtflol. He was like, “What’s wrong?” I was like, Dude, I locked myself out of the house. Like a dumbass. I need to use your phone. So I called my grandparents, and they brought over a front door key. So much love to both Jason and my grandparents. [/Edit]

[Edit (Yet again)] Curse Elyse for tagging me. Though, it does give me something to do…

5 things in my refrigerator:
1. Dr. Pepper
2. Leftover Mac and Cheese
3. Tequlia Rose (My whole family seems to have a fondness for it…)
4. Whole Milk
5. Copaxine (My Mom’s MS medicine)

5 things in my closet:
1. Clothes, LOTS of clothes
2. My filing cabnet (Yes, a real one)
3. Milkcrates full of junk
4. CD cases
5. My wide range collection of shoes I don’t wear.

5 things in my purse:
1. Cigarettes (Marlboro Milds)
2. Makeup bag
3. Ice Breakers Ice Cube Gum (Dragonfruit Flavor, Mmm)
4. Cell Phone
5. Burts Bees Baby Bee Buttermilk Lotion

5 things in my car:
1. Rougly 200 CDs
2. Maps for Maryland, Virginia, Pennsylvania, Deleware, West Virginia, and North Carolina (Hey you can get them free at toll booths!)
3. Ipod
4. Sleeping Bag
5. Empty Cigarette packs, Lots of them. (I need to peel the miles off…)

SIX people to get tagged!
1. Meg
2. Irene
3. Christina
4. Katriona
5. Anes
6. Janet

And yeah, I know, I really should have just made a new entry, but dammit. I didn’t feel like it.[/Edit]

I had to babysit my cousins for my grandmother this morning. Early as all freaking hell too. 5:30 AM. It wasn’t so bad though, I just got up and went over in my pajamas. (My grandma lives two seconds away, a mile exactly, driveway to driveway.) It was comforting though, I walked in, still really sleepy and drugged up from the nyquil (I’m illin) and walked back to her room and just crawled into bed again. She came and tucked me in and I stared at the painted plates with children on them on the wall. It reminded me of my childhood, incredibly comforting. My other cousins, the older ones, and I used to fight over who would get to sleep in Grandma’s bed with her. None of us wanted to sleep on the floor. lol

I miss those times. My cousins used to live in Joppatown, not too far from us. Now they live all the way in Richmond. I miss hanging out with them. And telling them things. We’re still really close, it’s just difficult to see each other. Especially now that Jen is out of college, Candice soon will be too and I’m getting ready to go back. Brad just graduated high school (which was why I was watching the kids today. So Grandma and Pop could go to his graduation.) I dunno. Growing up isn’t something I’m really enjoying. I miss all those carefree times. I actually miss going to school, seeing my friends. Or those I thought were friends. I barely talk to anyone anymore. And what bothers me more, I actually like it that way. I’ve become some kind of hermit almost. I don’t like going out. I don’t like people just showing up at my house. I screen my phone calls. I really don’t like anyone outside of my close group. I still care about the people who were my friends, and if they called me and needed me, I would be there. I just don’t really want to hang out with them. Is that totally messed up?

I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m focusing on getting my ass into gear and getting myself on the right path. For the past few months I’ve felt pretty worthless. Here I am, nineteen, dropped out of college, working at CVS. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job, I hated college (my major actually) but this is NOT where I wanted to be at this age. I should be halfway through college, on the way to getting a career and moving out. Instead I feel stagnet. I finally have some direction though. A goal. And I am going to make myself feel like I am something worthwhile again. Because I’m tired of being like this. I’m tired of being this person I’ve become. So I’m going to change.

On another note, I have an interview at Blockbuster Friday for a second job. -does dance- I really need it. I’m totally not making enough money. I have expensive tastes and I’m trying to get a new car.