Matt drove me through some used car places yesterday, and you know how salespeople are, sticking to you like glue. This guy flagged us down as we were leaving, asked about Matt's car and for what we were looking and said that if I left my name and number he would find it and contact me. I told him a jetta as new as possible, because the loan interest rate gets higher if the car is older than 1997! Yeah, right! How am I supposed to find a car newer than that for less than 5000? Duh! Anyway, if he can't find something I like then I will ask him to look for an older one or maybe just tell him to look for a convertible rabbit. He said he knew of a kid who wanted to trade in his really nice 98 jetta with tinted windows and a ski rack and in good shape, but then he said it was RED. I don't know what I think about that. I guess it looks better with the tinted windows, but we'll just have to see. I really liked the blue one I saw. I was starting to lean toward the kia, because I could get $500 knocked off this red one, but I read in consumer reports that they have weak acceleration and loud engines, so we'll see. I guess I don't really NEED those things, but it would be nice. Also, I'm worried about insurance and gas! Yikes!
Matt convinced me to give it another try AND he's bringing me lunch today. (Not that that's why I didn't.) I just couldn't
- I love being with him, but I don't think we're good for each other all the time. Blah.
Anyway, I have my phone back! I haven't changed the answering machine yet - it's "Hey, hey. This is Mike. Leave a message and I'll get back to you." Every time I hear that, I get kind of mad that he changed the message when I told him not to. I hate feeling ugly all the time, and my glasses make me feel like that. The problem is that I have to wear glasses all spring to survive my allergies, so that's ugly too. The eye doctor said that no one in my family is allowed to get lasik until we're thirty?!? (Because of this genetic thing my mom has that makes it impossible.) When my mom told me that, I was like, "What's the point?! You're already married by then, you don't need to look good!" (She ABHORS it when I say that. She gets so annoyed. One time when I wanted to take the blow dryer and curling iron for a week, and I said that, she called my dad and made him tell me it was still important (in fact, he said "more important" Whatever - what about those guts they get? If it was that important, they would do something about it) to look good. Haha. I just meant not in the same way. This morning was so weird. I come upstairs not that ready yet, and Emily was already there! So I ran around getting stuff, and heard her honk once, and I opened the door, and the very moment I opened it, she drove away!!!!!
It shocked me. I was like, "Oh, uh, what the? Okay, what do I do now?" So I got ready for another thirty minutes and then rode my scooter up to the bus stop (and almost died - out of shape!) and I thought I missed it but then it came, phew!
My mom and dad cashed in their huge rebate at Costco last night, so there is good food everywhere! Matt told me that I needed to stop eating chocolate and he was WEIRD about it. He was serious and didn't like that I joked about it and wouldn't even try it. He said, "Your zits and cankers are because of all the chocolate you eat." Okay, rude first of all, secondly, what the? I told him it was a myth and I had read about it and his manner was . . . I don't even know the word - stubborn, unhappy, ornery, rude, upset. Oh well, he cheered up soon after that. We went to the D.I. (he just likes to see if there are books that he can sell on ebay) and I started trying on clothes for my new job, and he finds it revolting to buy clothes at the D.I. "You're wearing someone dead's clothes." I found some really good stuff but my mom later asked if it was okay for me to wear jean skirts - I got one jumper that's really cute (it's jean) and it's from Ann Taylor.
I think tomorrow I'm going to go get a perm and spray tan and wax my eyebrows and exchange my stuff at Fred Meyer for a new skirt and short-sleeved shirt and figure out a car and return Lena's wedding dress. Who, by the way, wants to sell me her acura for 4500, but I don't want it.