Once again, I'm awake when I should be sleeping.

3/23

I have officially been converted to the wicked ways of another blog, folks. It consumes me. It's much quicker and simpler and a little more diverse than any other I've encountered so far. It's called Tumblr, and it is my newest home.

http://palindromegrace.tumblr.com/

Lately, I've been really taking advantage of the fact that I have no scheduled life. Take now, for example. It's 3:00 in the morning and I'm still here, and will probably sleep until at least 1:30 in the afternoon. It's unfortunately, really, how these awful sleeping cycles start. It could definitely be worse, but it could also be much better.

My mom has been talking about us getting jobs at this restaurant called the Toadfish. Heather works there, too. I guess they just reopened for the season and they're under new management, and hiring all new people. The new manager, also, is the guy who lives across the street. I babysat for him and his girlfriend a few times last year, I believe, and he seems to like me. I'm thinking that might help my chances of being given a job, and if so, awesome. If not, I'll just have to look into the marina. My mom knows some folks who work down there and they're always looking for help.

I talked to Taylor last night and she's sending me her driver's manual in the mail, so I'm going to get that tomorrow and look it over a bit. Once I feel good about my knowledge on the subject, it'll be time to call my dad and make a trip to the DMV. I still can't believe that I don't have my permit yet. I feel a bit pathetic, but I guess everyone does things on their own time, and I shouldn't be ashamed of that. There are some people who really love to flaunt their choices, and that's fine, but I'd just like to embrace the diversity. So what if you're in college and I'm waiting a year, or two, even? Why do you care? It baffles me, that's all. I have some thoughts that maybe certain things are hyped a lot over the course of your life, and sometimes those things aren't as important as we always thought they were. Either way, there's nothing I can do at this moment, so I'll have to just accept my path and keep going.

I had a good day!

3/13

I went out with Heather, since she had some things to do and felt like having company. We cashed her check in Vineland, after the Millville ShopRite didn't help us out. After that, we made our way to the mall. She wanted to get her hair cut, eyebrows waxed, and then she needed to find an outfit for her new job. We saw some people from school, which was cool. (SHIT YEAH, A RHYME!) We'd made plans (more appropriate, she'd made plans) to meet up with some fellas at Taco Bell around 6:00. Zach Nardelli, who she's friends with, Matt Garrison, and. Stephen House. We finally got over there, and sat with them. To my surprise, Todd Darminio was there. I had a math class with him, and we always said that when I got my license, I'd take him to Taco Bell. It was cool to see him. Mike Knapp was there, too, but I don't know him too well. We left after a little while, and decided to check out Goodwill. We've been meaning to get over there for a while, for some thrifty shopping, and she was in the mood to shop today, so it worked out really well. We got there at like 8:40 and they close at 9:00, so I felt like an asshole, and was just planning on running around for 20 minutes, looking at nonsense. While I was doing all that, I found a really adorable pair of flats. They read "Isaac Mizrahi for Target" and they had a $5 price tag, so I pretty much had to buy them. After some searching online for the original price/photo of these shoes, I stumbled upon this blog, which features my Goodwill find, and says they cost $30 at Target. (Obviously, they're not being sold at Target anymore. I checked that shit first.) Anyway, I'm really thrilled about the shoes. Here's the photo from the blog:

I like that they're printed, but it's black/white, so I can wear them with pretty much anything. I plan to make some more trips to Goodwill in the near future, do some hunting. There have got to be so many treasures hiding in that store, I can hardly stand it. I just can't go with my mom, she drives me nuts in there.

So yeah! That was my day. I hope they continue to be this nice.

Catching up.

3/10

Before every blog, I post the date. I always post the date of the day that's ending, as I usually write these things at night, sometimes even past midnight. In doing so, I've realized that tomorrow (technically, today) is my dad's birthday. I hope he's not expecting anything.

I've taken quite a liking to Tumblr these days. It's like a quicker way to blog, and more of my friends use that than have ever used Xanga.

I'm watching a lot of television these days, between American Idol, the new season of Top Model, and my Dawson's Creek DVDs. I never get sick of it.

My mom's going grocery shopping tomorrow, which is good in every way, shape, and form. I'm hoping she stocks up on popcorn, because we have a few really neat movies from Netflix right now. The Hurt Locker, Julie and Julia, and Unknown White Male. I'm especially excited for the Hurt Locker; I heard about it when talk of the Oscars first began. Now it's won all of those awards, and I've heard a lot of rave reviews for it, so I've got high expectations.

I don't feel really well, so I'm going to head to my room soon and aim for sleep.

Forget it.

3/7

It's a crime, you let it happen to me. Nevermind, I let it happen to you. Out of mind, forget it. There's nothing to lose but my mind and all the things I wanted. Every time I get it, I throw it away. It's a sign, I get it, I want to stay. By the time I lose it, I'm not afraid. I'm alive, but I can surely fake it. It's a crime, you let it happen to me. Out of mind, I love it, easy to please. Nevermind, forget it, just memories on a page inside a spiral notebook.

My uncle's memorial service was Saturday, and it was really nice. I got to see a lot of my family, though it's a small bunch, and most of that was very pleasant. It wasn't a religious service, there were just friends and family members who shared their thoughts, old memories, jokes. My mom did a really wonderful job; I was nervous for her, because I knew how unsure she was of speaking, but she didn't break down or anything. She cracked a few jokes, even. She said she wanted to do that because whenever she talked to Michael, they would always end their conversations or visits with laughter. I thought it was appropriate. I'm very sad, still, because I can't get this loss out of my head. When I get a quiet moment, or when I'm waiting to fall asleep, I think of it, and I just cry. I'm okay with it, the crying, but I haven't experienced this before and it's hard.

I'm becoming a little happier every day that I see the weather start to change into spring, rather than this dreaded winter that's been lingering for far too long. The air is less bitter, colors are starting to return, sunshine is more frequent. I love this time of year. I'm looking forward to the flowers and warm breeze.

My outfit and ranting about Tim Burton.

3/4

I went out today and finished my outfit for my uncle's memorial.

Dress - Target, $30
Tights - Kohl's, $6
Pumps - Kohl's $40

I also got a pair of dangly earrings that match the tights. I wanted to have a little splash of color. Being in all black is just too morbid for me. The shoes are Vera Wang, and were originally $70. (I'll definitely show a better picture at a later date.) I love a good sale. Granted, I don't need an extra 4 inches added to my height, but they're so cute that I couldn't help myself.

I'm so tired of hearing about and seeing previews and advertisements for this new Alice in Wonderland movie. I love the original version, don't get me wrong. It's certainly no Peter Pan in my book, but it's neat and looking back on it now makes it even more interesting. But I have yet to like anything that Tim Burton has done, whether it be producing or directing. His style just doesn't jive with me. Nightmare Before Christmas? No, thank you. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Even more horrific. And what makes it worse is that Tim Burton's shit has become this terrible trend that hipsters are following and getting tattooed all over their bodies. It's disgusting and I hate it. That's all.

I don't feel too good right now, in general. I got a bath and tried to relax, but it didn't do much. Now I'm really craving chocolate, so I'm trying to decide between hot cocoa and a Carnations breakfast drink. We'll see. It's getting late, so I should get to bed soon.