Can I go outside and play? Pretty pleeease

Today I feel like the orphan kid locked away in the tower watching all of the other kids playing in the street below but unable to join them. The bricks of the tower consist of my higher education. Aka... school sucks and I have to study right now because I have a test tomorrow over all of the nooks, crannies, crests, bumps and lines of every bone of the human skeleton. What I want to be doing is drinking beer and playing paintball with everyone out at Hutchison's house. I feel like a petulant child, I want to stamp my feet and say "no, I don't wanna" over and over again, then hold my breath until my face turns blue and I get my way. Sadly I think if I tried that I would just pass out because there is no one here but me. In fact the only reason I can't go is me. I am a very strict parent of myself. Actually that isn't completely true. Around finals this year I decided that I wanted to play instead of study like I should have and I bombed the final... that still kind of stings so here I am being studious and complaining about it. Meh, I guess I learned my lesson at least. See? She can be taught! Blah...

In other complaining and whining news I also couldn't watch Joey race this weekend which I think is one of the first weekends I have (semi-)willingly missed since we met. It is very strange not watching him go round and round in circles while wearing purple spandex. And dare I say, I miss it??? Curiouser and curiouser. I think I am addicted to the boy. I need a support group. We'll need coffee and another addiction to take the place of Pinkerton but I believe together we can make it through. One day at a time.

Okay enough complaining. It's not nearly as much fun or as releasing as it should be. I have good news! I found a car! I will be buying a 2003 Nissan Sentra SE-R on Monday. It is a 6 speed, with a 2.5 L engine. It goes fast, I like it. The comical part is that I am going from a teenage mutant ninja turtle green car to a razzmatazz blue car. So much for a subtle black or silver like I was hoping for. ha ha. Oh well.. that just gives it more personality. I enjoy things with wild personalities because then I come off as something closer to normal... (Note to self: when trying to come off as close to normal maybe don't do it in the same paragraph where you are explaining that your kool-aid blue car to be has an eccentric personality.)

This would be the car. It is car like. Four wheels, a steering wheel, headlights... yeah.. very car like.

I will probably have to name it something. Right now in all of my immaturity all I can think of is Stitch from Lilo and Stitch but that is a silly name for a car. I'll come up with something better. The color gives me a creative road block. It is a very girly looking car, but then again so was my Toyota. I think that since I'm a girl I can get away with it. It will look much more like my kind of car once I get a bike rack on it. Joey and I were having a conversation last night about cars having personalities. I was raised with the firm belief that cars have distinct personalities and that you need to be nice to them and treat them well otherwise they will get pissy and break. This was a lesson from my father the mechanic. I believe it with all my heart. Joey does not. He believes in the personality part but not the you need to be nice to the car (or the car will get back at you) part. I kind of hope that car karma bites him in the butt just to prove without a doubt that I am right about this. Even though I would not sink to the level of "Neener, Neener! I told you so" I would still enjoy being right. Okay, okay not really. I don't want his car to break. I like his car, it is fun to drive...for an automatic.

Well I suppose I should go do that bathing thing I have heard so much about. I have a study group at 1 pm and it would probably be best if I didn't smell funny for it. I don't want to have to sit by myself on one side of the room or hand out clothes pins to every one. So getting wet and using s-o-a-p it is. I'll even use that fluffy, puffy thing joey made me get. See, it's all about compromise. I use the fluffy thing and don't make fun of roadies and he gets to believe in car karma. Some one send him a memo or something. :)