oh yes, can we go over how I'm furious? Apparently someone decided it would be nice to leave a nice long scratch along the side of my car and not leaving a note to own up to their damages.. grrr... I've come to the conclusion that it had to happen at the library because I parked on the left side of Elizabeth at school today (the scratch/dent is on the drivers side)... I probably didn't notice walking to my car because I had my arms fulls of books (my dad pointed it out to me when I got home)... what a bastard. I would have left a note and payed for damages.. but oh no. hrumph. my car isn't even a year old yet! I'm like, come on. Do we not have any respect for other people's property? and its not like the person couldn't have not noticed that they hit my car because the scratch/dent goes from the cornor of my back fender to the middle of the back door... I'm so incredibly pissed...
On a good note though, I had a very productive day of shopping. I went to kohls with Emma and I helped her pick out sunglasses and got some stuff on sale for me that I really needed. Then we hit up The Wiz by the Garden State Plaza because they're closing down and having a really big sale. Emma got a Nick Carter CD for her sister ($5), I got a Dashboard CD ($7), bought a Buffy CD for Leigh ($9), and got the soundtrack to the New Guy (hilarious movie!) for 5 bucks, which I'm goign to split with Leigh, or Leigh will just get... great deals, no? The bad thing, or annoying thing acutally, was that almost all of the CDs were in these big bins, so you had to literally sift through all of the CDs to find good ones. I was also considering get Eagle Eye Cherry, Sev, and Bela Fleck CDs, but decided against it because they were a little over $10 and that was my limit.. hooray for KaZaA :) all in all, very productive day, def cheered me up. In honor of the Dashboard CD that I just got:
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep, avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak & this bottle of beast is taking me home. I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets, you're not alone & you're not discreet, you make sure I know, who's taking you home. I'm reading your note over again, there is not a word that I comprehend, except when you signed it "I will love you always & forever"
As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs, and sit alone and wonder, how you're making out. But as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out...
I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as your pretending. I'm missing you bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep. And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
Your hair. It's everywhere. Screaming infidelities. Taking it's wear.