Vroom VROOM!

By 21 Jul ’05My Life

I’ve been so freaking heavy lately. Geez. What is wrong with me? Maybe it’s the spectre of Charlotte looming over my head… knowing that when I go back I’m going back to stay for a superhellalong time. I might not leave again until—shudder—the middle of September!

I jest. A little. I love Charlotte; I’m just SCARED. But enough of that, I’m trying to stick to this post-a-day joint. Let’s see… I need anybody who knows anybody who knows anybody in UNC-Charlotte housing to slip a sista’s housing app to the top of the pile. I need IB North America to get on the ball with forwarding my test scores. I need my grandfather to stop forgetting to do the favors I ask him to do. If I can have those three goals achieved, I’ll be made in the shade. Make me lose 7 pounds in 7 days and I’ll be made in an air-conditioned beachfront cabana.

I also need to start looking for a CAR! Bless my wonderful grandparents with their “If you’re gonna get a car, it might as well be a new one,”-hollering selves. My ma just might listen. Believe me, I don’t care what I get; you could give me the keys to a beat up ’67 Gremlin and I’ll ride that sucker till the wheels and the doughnut fall off. If I can do nothing else, I can pimp something tore up like it’s the new hotness. So please: anyone, everyone—the Paypal link will be up by the end of the week—all I need is like $3500 and that’ll get me a Vespa scooter outright. And that is fiiiiine by me.

On a sadder note, I’m still suffering residual damage from my injury. If you didn’t know (I assume 90% of blog readers 1.know me in person and 2.are reading this like three months after I’ve posted it) I took a fall down a flight of stairs about 3 weeks ago at my aunt’s house. What kind of doofus really falls down the stairs in 2005? The only people who say that are babies and battered wives. I think the doctor thought I was either drunk or a victim of familial abuse but at any rate he set me up with way too many painkillers, muscle relaxers, and anti-inflammatories. I still feel bloated and hazy from all that gunk, and I haven’t taken any for like a week and a half. Urg.

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