Sunday, September 5, 2010

329.

I woke up this morning, and Uncle and Dad were talking about some car outside, so I looked, and this car's parked on the grass in front of our house! And I was just kind of like wtf, how did it even get there, and they were saying the driver was probably half asleep or something lol. Later the driver came back with another guy, and it totally doesn't help that she was a woman lol.

Around 11-ish, Dad and I went to the gas station on the corner of 182nd and Crenshaw cuhs I've been seeing this yellow icon on my dashboard lately; Mom and I looked it up yesterday and apparently my tire pressure is low, so Dad and I went to fill it up. It was only 50 cents to use it, so that was nice; after Dad filled up my left rear tire, the icon disappeared. 8D

... And then we stopped by McDonalds so I could grab some breakfast/lunch. That asian guy that works there started talking to me about swimming because I was wearing my North Swim sweater. He asked me my favorite stroke and told me he was a freestyler/butterflier, and I was just like 'please don't ask me my time please don't ask me my time' because I'm so slow now, but he didn't, so I ran off to the tables to wait for my order before he could hahah.
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Anyhow, it was a pretty lazy uneventful day cuhs people were busy, or I just didn't feel like calling them up, so I just spent the time sleeping and watching tv lol (I just finished watching the end of Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and Bambi with Mom; she fell asleep halfway through Bambi though). It's probably a good thing too. I've been so exhausted lately from working so much, and then following that by hanging out a lot to keep my mind off things. Plus I haven't quite been eating right (although today I effectively sent my diet to hell; time to start running again), and I've been sleeping around 2 or 3am every night because I can't bring myself to go to sleep even though I'm exhausted for some reason.

Sigh, I need to relax. ): I love tumblr though, because I can find inspiration and express what I feel through words and images that are not my own.