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| Friday, February 04, 2005 |
| All the stars evolve but the story's the same |
I haven't written in a few days, I know, but I hate posting when there's nothing really to say.
I am finally back on my real computer! Score! My dad got me this sweet-ass 80GB hard drive so it rules to be me. The only issue I'm having is getting the drivers for the sound card right, but once that is fixed, I can once again get everything back to normal, yay.
This week, I did my federal and state taxes. I feel totally grown up. And grown up in the good way, because I'm getting refunds from both. :::Gloat:::
Yesterday my grandpa drove me out to this roofing company some people in my family own/run... they're moving their office in April (quite close to home) and they may be hiring some more office workers, which could conceivably be me. I'm fairly optimistic about it but it's not as if I think I'll get it just because it's family and all. I hope that if I do get it, I wouldn't have to start stuff until they move because the drive out there right now is hella scary.
The groundhog saw his shadow on Wednesday, signifying another six weeks of winter. Boo. Yet, the weather has actually been so much nicer than it was. It's still cool, but the sun is out, and there's less fog. It's weird... I always used to prefer the fall/winter weather over the summer, but this year it's been like "Ugh, coldness, stop."
Today I went to Ross and got a really pretty top... it's black with these pink flowers and a pink ribbon at the bustline. I was surprised it actually fit and looked un-stupid considering I gained back all the weight I had lost. I actually had a sensible lunch (salad, fruit) and then ruined it by eating way too many chips and junk in the late afternoon. D'oh... and now my mom wants me to make cookies, and I will, and I will also eat some of them. Bleh.
Anyway, at Ross I also got these really neat notecards... it's a set with two designs called "Indian Miniatures." They're so pretty. I really need to start writing to people, because I have a whole bunch of notecards and envelopes up the wazoo, plus St. Jude keeps sending me address labels practically every few weeks to try to guilt-trip me into giving another donation. One of these weeks when I have money, it will probably work.
One of the things I am determined to get with my refund is a new hairstyle. I have had the same one since probably junior high. I'm scared though... I probably mentioned already somewhere my freakish attachment to my hair. I want to get something that is cute but not hard to take care of, because I just can't be bothered to put effort into... hell, hardly anything.
Writing is going so-so. Now that I'm back to having everything as it should be, I am determined to move forward and finish this novel. Even if I never do anything with it (though I want to, if I can make it presentable enough), just completing it would make me feel, I don't know, accomplished or proud or some lovely notion.
Haha, earlier my mom was watching some decorating show and the woman whose house it was was talking about how PROUD she was of the work she and her family did, and how they had so much PRIDE, and I made some joke about the seven deadly sins, but then that made me think of "Seven" and the scariness of Kevin Spacey in that movie.
"Detective.... DETECTIVE! You've been looking for me."
Looks like it's no sleep for me tonight. Yugh.
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posted by Yvonne Hernandez @ 8:00 PM
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Name: Yvonne Hernandez
Home: California, US
About Me: I hate numbers, but I'll throw some at you: 24 years old, 30 purses, 100 lip glosses, 200 books, 1 new celeb crush a week, 2 much procrastination, 2 dogs, and 2 blogs where I obsess over all these things. This, is one of them.
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