on the back of the envelope for my cingular bill: pay only your cingular bill

i wanna meet the idiot who is responsible for cingular needing to remind all its customers of this...

moral of the story: you should always appear as poor as possible at starbucks

the other night, jack and i went to starbucks. we had both been spending plenty of money lately so i offered to dig into my stash of nickels and dimes. we counted out $3 in change for each of us. (we had originally planned on going to the coffee shop on campus, but it was unexpectedly closed - $3 would have been plenty for drinks there) upon arrival, we asked the lady waiting on us how much different drinks were with tax, while mumbling to each other if we had enough or not. after a few iterations of this, she decided to let us use her employee discount. jack ordered a tall mocha frappe and i got a tall double chocolate-chip cappuccino. we still had over a $1 left over! when we received the drinks, she had given us grande's instead because they made extra!

i'm thinking her generousity stems from the fact that we looked like two poor college students who desparately needed some caffine. good thing she doesn't know i typically pay by credit card. :)

and the hits just keep on coming (literally)

for the 2nd friday in a row, a member of my family was in a car accident. my sister's taurus got rear-ended pretty badly. it's definitely drivable, but needs quite a bit of repair.

last friday when i called the insurance company of the lady that hit me, the claim was processed without any issues. but on tuesday the claims agent told me the lady didn't have insurance at the time of the accident. apparently she missed one payment and so they dropped her coverage. that makes some sense to me, but i don't understand how they didn't know she didn't have insurance when i first called in. this seems like something that they would immediately tell me.

:'-(



 


 


[no yellow should be showing here] 

Hello, goodbye
I wanted to see, but i guess i
I don't have the strength to speak tonight
It's tricky sometimes
When you wanted to run, you'd always hide
You can't find the truth behind the lies

Another day and i'm on my feet, yeah
But the street feels like it's sleeping
I'm on a mission and it ain't too sweet
You're the reason i'm afraid
Said, you're the reason i'm afraid

(chorus)
But i want you to know
It's killing me
I think i gotta let go
Cause it's killing me
You're gonna do what you want
But you better believe

It's killing me

   --dc talk, "it's killing me"


i just want to be a hermit. from everyone. prof's, my boss, drivers of 2001 saturns (who effectively now have lots of my yellow paint on their front bumpers), and even some friends. can i just disappear for awhile? i don't think they'd mind.

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you

I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you

On my own, cause I can’t take liven with you
I’m alone, so I won’t turn out like you
Want me to

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

  --three days grace, "just like you"

i heard this song for the first time last week and it whacked me hard. i've been realizing lately how much i allow dad to still be in control of my life. he lives 730 miles away from me. i haven't seen him in 10 months. i haven't talked to him in 12 months. but i still allow him to control my life -- my thoughts, my reactions to others, and, most notably, how i approach God.

i've also realized lately how extensively i put off those things in my life that don't have a deadline. like...my relationships...especially with God. gotta start getting this all figured out...