Honda Civic LX in Atomic Blue Metallic.

I will need to buy matching nail polish.  (The color looks way better IRL than in photos)

Too bad I don't get the car until Wednesday.  :P  Meanwhile my current car is "not fit to drive".  Uggh.  It will just make me appreciate the new car that much more!

My new hand lotion smells sooooooo good but I don't know what the scent is.

Also, Kinnon is supposed to take me to Howdy Honda for test driving within an hour.  If he doesn't I may kill him.  This is the third Saturday that I've been "supposed to" do test drives.  I am ready to buy a damn car, my dad is ready to do the talking for me...  I just need a vehicle to transport me to the damn dealership since my car is deathly ill at the moment.

RENT always makes me cry.

I'm going to pull out my CDs and sing until Kinnon comes home.

The funeral scene...  I'll Cover You...

It gets me really bad.

If I had a kid.......

http://www.littleloungelizards.com/

At church.  My old church...  I got snagged by my Sunday school teachers and made to play some hand held musical instrument during the mass.  It was actually kind of fun.  Part of the service was a presentation on why WalMart is bad. 

I had another dream but Kinnon woke me up by spraying me with water and I forgot it.  "Make sure I wake up when you leave," I said.  My bad for not specifying how.  haha  at least it worked.  :)
 
I also had a small quick dream that cat_cat_k was messaging me on gmail and the text was rainbow colors.  I think it was a nod to her  working way too much lately or something, because it was about how it was 2am and she was still awake and working...  Yicky.  :(

ETA later - I also dreamed about my pet frogs.  I dreamed that one became 4.  Eek.

I'm so very ready for the weekend.  I have felt out of sorts since well...  all week,  I just can't concentrate on anything.  I assume it is because of the (andrea don't read this) cheese fondue I had on Sunday.  I need to get it through my head that I simply can't eat that stuff.

I have a huge list of stuff to do tomorrow and 90% of it will be time consuming and very irritating.  It has been building up all week, not entirely because of my temporary cheese induced ADD, but because I have been compulsively checking emails and my assorted spaces on the internets for small nuggets of communication or just any communication I can get.  Last night I joined some kind of random thoughts community.  I already kind of hate it.  I like macros/photos better than what appears to be a bunch of teenyboppers complaining.

I need to a) get out more (or invite people over more) and b) be proactive about talking to people instead of waiting for them to talk to me.

Good night.

No other food makes me want to hurl quite like donuts with icing and sprinkles.

Chocolate cake is not devil's food because cocoa has redeeming nutritional qualities.  Donuts are made of lard and evil.

What food(s) make you want to hurl, just from the sight if it?

(By the way that is the food photography community known as food_porn, not actually porn involving food.  I don't know what community you'd go to for that.)

Poll #1188126 I have 5 cameo (pinkish) apples that are on the far edge of edible, and 4 big yellow/green apples that are only about 4 days out of the grocery store.
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

What should I do with them?

On the drive home my check engine light plinked on and the car died at the next stoplight.  It started back up just fine though.  WTF I have shit to do!  No bigs though, as Kinnon will just allow me to use his stinky smokey smelly car tomorrow.  :P  So, miss Pants, if I smell bad when I meet up with you I apologize.  :(

I already have car salesmen calling me offering me incredible deals (or something) because I signed up with Costco's car discount thing.  Except they're in San Antonio.  Uggh.  I am so ready to get this vehicular purchase over and done with.  Not just to get the zomg new car! but also because I just want to know how to plan my finances through the summer. 

I hope the Fit works out for me because everything else in my price range is a sub-compact pretty much.  :(   Smart Cars are cute, but so worthless for me.  I actually have to be able to move boxes around fro work.  

I'm cleared for the time off.  September 29 - October 6.  I'll have to fly out the day after ACL Fest. At least this won't be like the Spain trip where I was basically only gone over the weekend.   I will be there nearly a week.

Assuming I can get it, this will be my flight schedule kinda:  http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p61/texasoddity/iceland1.jpg

I shall freeze my rear end off, I am sure. 

In the dream I drive up to get the mail (at my parents house).  I don't live there - just visiting.  The mailboxes are up at the road, which is .7 miles from the house.  There are real estate ads, a Current catalog (haven't seen one of those in years), photos returned in those old restickable paper photo envelopes, assorted junk, and some magazine.  While I'm getting the mail a neighbor walks up to meet his wife who is driving home from work - they are new neighbors, not meth heads like the previous neighbors whose shed exploded.  That is all.

Funding for my trip to Iceland has been secured.  ZOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Also, does anyone know what happens to dryer lint that falls off the lint trap and into the dryer?
Also also, Kinnon is going to try chantix to quit smoking.  -!!!!!!!!!!!!!-

First one:  stuck in the parking lot e of my office (which is somehow a mix of old place, new place, and Omni Hotel)...  the rent a cop gives me the third degree, thereby making be over an hour late for work.  he doesn't want to check my license and plates - he tells me the laundry list of what is wrong with my parents.  The dream ends when my current employer comes out nd says well looks like you're screwed, but come on in when you're done.

Second dream:  Me, mom, assorted people I don't know - a mountain lake/pond with waterfalls...  I have a bright yellow frog in a bag that I have to take great care not to smush.  We're all swimming around the perfectly clear, beautiful water.

Third dream:  another one about my mom barging in on me without knocking and how my dad refused to put a lock on my bathroom/bedroom door.  (have to walk through my bathroom to get to the bedroom at their house)  His theory was that my mom should learn to knock, in case I'm in the bathroom, but my mom would just come on in because she is crazy or something.  I never did find out why she always insisted on just barging in.  It is one of the things that I will probably never be able to forgive her for.  She got some kind of sick joy in pissing me off and making me yell at her every time she did that.

I am about to yell out the window, "SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR PETS." Totally don't care who hears me. 

Someone's cat is in heat out there and being very noisy about it.  She's been at it ALL DAY.  Someone is going to have a litter of very unfortunate kittens on their hands.  Of course no repercussions for the owner of the male cats that are flocking to her.

Or maybe I'm a villain who steals the icing from all your oreos and leaves the cookies!




Stolen from kingdavey
Make your own here

Holy shit I'm overwhelmed by the clutter and I have to stop.  I need to be in South Austin at 5, and it is already almost 3. 

I got 95% of the piles of paper sorted (and 15% of that is Kinnon's junk that I refuse to mess with)...  the table top clutter gone...  but there is about half a shopping bag of just STUFF that I don't know what to do with.  I shoved it in a bag and put it in the closet.

Still have the counter top (75% Kinnon's stuff!) and dishes to wash and put away.  Uggh.  I don't wanna.  I'm feeling sick from my lunch of leftovers and really just wanna lay down for a bit.  Gosh darn it, I think I will. 

I have to finish cleaning the apartment by myself today and I am quite pissed off about it.  I'm not angry at Kinnon for not helping me clean - I'm angry because he STILL has not cleaned the litter box.  I can't allow Ender to be punished so I'm going to put on my allergy mask and some gloves and do it myself.  :(  I wish there were someone in this town who would effing clean it out for me.  Uggh.  $20!!!  Anyone??  Lol.  ::sigh::

The rest of the cleaning is my stuff though, so I can't be mad about it.  Plus Kinnon is attending his grandma's husband;s 90th birthday party.  I approve, and wish I could have gone. 

Today = cleaning off the kitchen counter and dining table, and shopping for fondue stuff for tomorrow
Tonight = Chinese food with mom, her, mom, and Uncle OJ
Tomorrow morning = food prep, last minute cleaning, prepping apartment for visitors
Tomorrow afternoon = fondue, wine, and Wii with Kinnon's sister and mom

Busy = teh suck.

Also, (almost forgot) I dreamed I got a bunch of tattoos on my chest and arms.  One vintagey looking paisley/feather/dots on the right, the other side a wispy tribal-y black and blue design.  I was reminded of this because I was just thinking where to put my proposed old English letters "pku for life" tattoo... 

My closest cousin (age wise) became engaged last night, I'm attending ruby_soco's college graduation today (in 2 hours actually), and my brother might become a cop. 

And I'm just sitting around watching TV and getting chewed up by my cat.  Literally.  If he were just a tad gentler it would feel like one of those pinchy back massages.  Hmm.

I feel like I need a project now.  Well....... I have the international PKU conference coming up, car buying, and figuring out how to pay for the trip to Iceland...  Yow.  Plus today is booked solid (like conflicting solid because Kinnon sucks at telling me he made plans for us already), tomorrow I'm cleaning the apartment all morning, doing mom's day dinner that night with my matriarchs...  then Sunday I'm going to be prepping for a small mom's day dinner party with Kinnon's mom and sister.

Ok so I'm busy.  Geez. 

In the gym at St. Austins - there was some kind of a reunion dance class.   It was a bunch of females who went to St. A's.  Most of the group was just there for the class, a small group was a performance group.  Everyone learned the same dance.  I had been in the non-performance group because I hadn't known if my schedule was free enough evenings for practice.  The dream was me telling the PE Teacher/dance instructor I wanted to switch to the performance group.

Notable points:  the locker rooms were air conditioned now and not horrendously hot like when I was in school there, none of the popular girls were making fun of me (amazing), my BF from back then Stephanie was there, but the other leg of our tripod (Mary) was not there and that makes me sad because even with myspace and facebook I've never tracked her down again.  I love dancing.  I'd take a class but I don't want to be "that fat chick dancing".