The little things are what matter most. I can't help but think that too many people have forgotten that and have gotten caught in the chaos of technolgical advances and speed. I saw 5 cars in a row today, all of which drivers were on their cell phones. Also, people are constantly in a rush to get places. Can't people slow it down just a tad and be a little more courtious? It's refreshing to actually drive the speed limit on Alafaya (or 5 over), enjoy a good CD, and the remarkably low $2.03 gas prices. Take a break from you speedy rushed life and think about the small things that so many people look over! You'll feel better about yourself, or atleast I do.
The other day on my way home from psychology i saw a plastic bag floating in the wind on the side of the road. Not touching the pavement at all, just floating. JUST like in American Beauty; which that was the best scene in that film, by far (the plastic bag part). It made me smile.
THANK YOU TIM FLYNN for bringing my Bella Love up here <3
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thank You Aunt Beverly.
I'm a bad blogger. I don't know what to blog about, so I'll just vent.
So, since my aunt is now "retired" from her CT art teaching job and moved down to Fort Myers with my uncle (living next to my mom and grandma driving them insane) she has all of this extra time on her hands. Therefore, she's been volunteering at the Red Cross place? Taking classes and i don't know what else, other than quite possibly ruining my mental health. Sure this is an exaggeration, somewhat. I guess she's turned all "buddy-buddy" with this previous Navy-going, anime drawing, 23 year old. That's nice, until she starts talking to him about me, and telling him that I'D like to hang out with him when i go back home to visit. Uh, What? I've never met this kid. He's 5 years older than me. For all i know he could be a rapist. "He's essentially a stranger to me, i don't want to hang out with him!"
"Don't be ridiculous," she says.
Next thing i know, he's finding, messaging, and adding me on facebook. I'm basically stuck. I can't just blow him off, because my aunt sees him all the time and i'm sure raves about how "nice" of a girl i am. Psh. UGH. Plus she's all for me hanging out with him, because he's "the sweetest thing"
I'm just not interested! UGHUGUUGHUGHHHHHHHUGHHHUUUUUGH.
I don't care AT ALL for being "set up" on a "blind date" with a 23 year old, by my aunt. No thank you. No thanks. Pass. This has caused me to hunker into a mild depression.
At least i'm getting this kitten. Thank jesus. (& Thank Timothy Flynn for driving my luh-ver up to Orlando!)
I'm not re-reading this, so just know, I'm fully aware there are numerous mistakes in the previous typed "story."
Good day.
So, since my aunt is now "retired" from her CT art teaching job and moved down to Fort Myers with my uncle (living next to my mom and grandma driving them insane) she has all of this extra time on her hands. Therefore, she's been volunteering at the Red Cross place? Taking classes and i don't know what else, other than quite possibly ruining my mental health. Sure this is an exaggeration, somewhat. I guess she's turned all "buddy-buddy" with this previous Navy-going, anime drawing, 23 year old. That's nice, until she starts talking to him about me, and telling him that I'D like to hang out with him when i go back home to visit. Uh, What? I've never met this kid. He's 5 years older than me. For all i know he could be a rapist. "He's essentially a stranger to me, i don't want to hang out with him!"
"Don't be ridiculous," she says.
Next thing i know, he's finding, messaging, and adding me on facebook. I'm basically stuck. I can't just blow him off, because my aunt sees him all the time and i'm sure raves about how "nice" of a girl i am. Psh. UGH. Plus she's all for me hanging out with him, because he's "the sweetest thing"
I'm just not interested! UGHUGUUGHUGHHHHHHHUGHHHUUUUUGH.
I don't care AT ALL for being "set up" on a "blind date" with a 23 year old, by my aunt. No thank you. No thanks. Pass. This has caused me to hunker into a mild depression.
At least i'm getting this kitten. Thank jesus. (& Thank Timothy Flynn for driving my luh-ver up to Orlando!)
I'm not re-reading this, so just know, I'm fully aware there are numerous mistakes in the previous typed "story."
Good day.
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