No. 139

Relavations!

Realized that the only renters in Medina well... they're trying to be gods knows what. So, around 12ish, one car comes rolling in with their rave/dance/techno what have you music. It's so damn amusing, first off, who comes back from a rave/dance fisaco at 12? Also, what's the deal, they're at least thirty and they're sanrio loving rave music dancing early curfew type of people? Also, for all those people who always say that the Gates family does not care. Well the Hasmans had this lawsuit against John Shirley and all his shit that's been occurring around his area along with cutting off water and electricity without notice. So, if you were taking a shower from a workout all of a sudden you wouldn't have water type of deal. Well, the Hasmans lost due to the fact that Shirley had five lawyers and they had one. The next day, Bill and Melinda sent flowers over to the Hasmans to support condolence whatever you wanna call it. How nice is that, seriously? They're house is twice as big as Shirley and didn't even have this much uproar. Sometimes, I really wonder about people.

UW?

Scary sorta iffy, you know i'm that type of person who has "moods." Sometimes I'll want to befriend and be like that camp counselor like person, yet sometimes, i'm just like, let me alone. At least they have Seattle's Best Coffee and not Tully's. I've realized that Starbucks sucks, but I still like they're frappucinos and Tully's coffee is bitter. The only reason why I like Seattle's Best is because when you get a white chocolate mocha or a carmal mocha, you get chocolate on top of it. It's the little things, seriously, it gets me all the time.

Money, money, money.

My dad informed me maybe I should get a credit card and a checking account. Well, maybe isn't just a maybe, it's a yes. Ok, so it's all cool to wipe out that plastic or whatever, but seriously, it means I have to have more shit to carry around. It really sucks sorta, not to mention that i'll have to watch out for random Joey Potter attackers that get hit my cars and speed away type of people. Seriously, what am I going to do. I don't even know where to by mace? You know, the can stuff, knowing me, i'd probably spray myself. OH BUDDHA, what shall one dost do? Ok, also, i'm so confused, if you have a checking account and a credit card or whatever, and you have to balance the check book or whatever... I don't quite understand, the thing better come with a manual. Also, OMG, maybe I can get Winnie the Pooh checks! Wouldn't that be sweet. I've only carried like about 500 bucks in cash with me at once, seriously, i'm cash person and if anything more then that, well, I let my mom pay, why? Because i'm cheap that's why, no wait, Dionne always taught me to say frugal, yes I'm frugal. This is scary, new people, new surroundings, new forms of money, really heavy books, odd people, what if my roommate snores, what if my roommate is one of those "seattlelites who are punk as fur and all gothy like" or what if I got one of those "cell phone toting pink wearing white not after labor day J.Crew flip flop sporting thing" Oh dear god, what the hell am I suppose to do, seriously? OH god, the bathrooms, please help me god... Ok, I need help. Lucky will calm myself, there's some weird Santa Claus in our sitting room from the museum? WTF? Great, more things to worry about. OH dear.