Vroom VROOM!

By 21 Jul ’05My Life
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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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