and I'm free, free fallin'

...having trouble uploading the video...but soon.

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

I HATE the car purchasing process, the getting financed process, the feeling like a complete idiot process. Rage rage rage...time for a ricotta cheese, chocolate chip, confection sugar, filling cannolis break.

I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.

Right now all the entry dates for the baking and pastry program at CIA are full until January 2008. um...no school for 7 months? seriously? I am freaking out about different consequences this may bring.

Hopefully buying a car today.

Tropical storm in the brain right now. I have so many lists of things I need to do, things I need to buy, things I need to look up, send, check out, research, do...I think I keep losing the lists...maybe they're somewhere...I don't even know. I'd much rather be filling the cannoli shells Ali brought me than filling out lists though.

You see, man made the cars to take us over the road

Some guy at work...my age...just called me sweetie out of the blue. "Sweetie can I get my card back?"

...sure honey...

Car shopping gives me headaches. It also makes it very apparent that some people are good at sales, and some people are not...and it is usually obvious by the end of the handshake which kind of person you're dealing with. I also wonder why there are not more saleswomen. I have not seen one yet. I cannot wait for this process to be over.

Went to the G.Love concert last night and had a fantastic time. Not much better way to spend a night than grabbing some good food and drinks and heading to a great concert with friends.

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes

A day filled with feeling like an idiot needs to be capped off with something relaxing. For me, that's going to the grocery store. After being the stereotypical young girl at a car dealership, even after the hours of research I committed to the project, I found that my face had frozen to a half-hearted unknowing smile, questioning eyes and furrowed brow. Walking through aisles, a small, delirium-driven smile remained as I stood in front of the varieties of chocolate for about 5 minutes. I go from looking like a moron to looking crazy. Oh well, at least I have food now...and didn't have to carry it on the bus since Ali was lovely enough to let me borrow her car.

Just think what tomorrow will do

Application Status:
Congratulations! You have been accepted to The Culinary Institute of America.

There'll be days like this my Mama said

Where my car used to be, there are now tracks in the mud from the tow guys' stealthy maneuvering...dragging the front end 180 degrees and out the alley. Impressive.

"What are you doing?? Don't just stand there! Don't let him do that, just take your car!"
"whaaa? Wait, what? Ohhhh, no...my car's broken...I wasn't parked illegally!"
"oh...I was going to say...why are you being so nice?"

It was weird being yelled at by a random girl in the street for having my car towed.

"What kind of car is it?"
"A Ford Taurus"
"oooooooh, well I don't know if you know but those are notorious for having transmission problems."
"...great..."

Ooh, I guess you gotta put your flat feet on the ground

Seeing as I was going to be staying in Madison for most of Spring break, I had pretty big hopes for my productivity. Made a few lists of things to do, and had started out pretty well.

Today, I got a bunch of stuff done and decided to head to the laundromat before going to yoga. Get in my car to head out...hmmm, car is not moving...interesting. Coming out of my distracted state, I check, yes the car is indeed on, engine working, yes the car is in reverse, not neutral. Playing around with being in reverse, drive, etc...car still not moving. Hm. Tires do not sound like they are spinning. I open the door, half-hoping for a comedy-laden scene of my tire spinning mud into my face. Hopes are dashed as I see no spinning, no mud-flinging...car is not stuck in mud. Banging forehead against steering wheel as terrifying words like "transmission" and "needs to be rebuilt" blare in my head. Then pondering how a tow truck will get my stupid car out through the alley. Images of productivity replaced by images of price tags and feeling stupid around mechanics and possibly *groan* car salesmen.

Really unfortunate timing for a variety of reasons...great.