Screw You!

So I discovered a screw in my tire yesterday. It's not like it was just a little bit in, but like drilled in. Is someone out to get me? I dunno, but I sure know I hate the parking lot at the Pepperwood Apartments. My good friend Amy lives there and she had the same thing happen a few days ago, and apparently the same thing happend to her neighbor. What the heck, it's not like its next to Home Depot or anything. So now I have to go to the Mini dealership, which will be fantastic since the nearest one is conveniently located in Monrovia. I guess I could be optimistic and see the silver lining about this situation because it will force me to go get my check engine light predicament looked into. The light has been on since I got my last Mini service about a month or so ago. What kind of thorough service is that?



Sheesh.

Little Green Moments of Fright

So I am sitting here at my desk in my room, browsing the internets, when something catches my eye. This praying mantis type thing is chillen on the F5 key on the keyboard. My initial thoughts are "oh God oh God oh God" but I quickly get the brilliant idea to scoop it up with a glass cup and a magazine. I mean, I couldn't kill it or anything. I will just let it die from natural causes...you know, suffocation. Ugggh I don't wanna look at it. Ok I am covering the glass now.


Whew, ok.. that's better.



Anyway, on a lighter, non creepy note, I felt incredibly peaceful on the drive home tonight. I was listening to Sodom South Georgia by Iron & Wine while lightning was flickering all around me. It honestly gave me goosebumps. It's those little moments in my life that give me joy in a melancholic sort of way. I don't know if that makes sense, but it does to me.


I think I shall read, and then try to fall asleep.


p.s. Where did the phantom bug come from? My window is closed...

p.p.s. Wilbur has left the building.

Monumental First Blog

I would just like to state that I have had a headache for four days now. I can't seem to get it to go away. It likes to trick me into thinking that it's gone, then bam, it sneaks up on me again. I think I shall give this headache a name. It is now called Wilbur. So if you wanna know how I'm feeling, just ask "Hey Connie, is Wilbur still around?"


Goodnight.