He's just the CUTEST bug around, dontcha know.

We're so sorry, Uncle Albert.

I got a speeding ticket a few weeks ago. Not so thrilled about that. I have a thing for driving fast. Going 60 down Lake Cook seems about right to me. Going 80 is an average on the highway. Especially when the beat's good on the radio. It's somewhat astounding. My foot just presses harder on the accelerator and suddenly I'm going a lot faster than I intended. Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back" was on the radio when I got caught. Imagine that.

But we haven't done a bloody thing all day.

So anyway, now I'm at this phase where I drive the speed limit. I thought it would bother me a lot. And it does irk me a little, because I really enjoy the feeling when I'm driving that fast. Dunno why. But somehow driving the speed limit makes me relaxed. Is that strange? And because I'm so uber-cautious about not getting caught by the cops again that I've begun to accidently go UNDER the speed limit. I'm turning into that annoying driver that you yell at a lot when you're stuck behind them. Yup. That one driver that makes you so mad that you think illegal thoughts.

Admiral Halsey notified me.

But now I'm so paranoid that the cops are seeping into my dreams. Last night, I had the most pleasant nightmare where I got pulled over and ticketed for going too slow. Like on that Full House episode? And I know that's possible, that it could happen. And I'm so worried about it that I'm dreaming about it.

A pot of tea!

I was driving in the right lane today. Yes, the right lane where the slow asses are. And in the middle lane was a cop car disguised as a regular car. But I knew it was a cop because the license plate had GREEN lettering. Booyah. Thanks, Aashay baashay for the tip. ;-P AND THE COP WAS SPEEDING. What the fuck, man! Or as I said in class today, wtf mate? Seriously. There was no emergency. No flashing lights. No place to go. But he was speeding. He's not above the law. That jackass. I wanted to yell to him. But I'd probably get ticketed for that too.

The butter wouldn't melt, so I put it in the pie.

*sigh* I think this anxiety is bad. Manifesting itself in bad ways. And I want it to be DONE WITH. I have better things to do than stress out over the Deerfield police. That jerk had the nerve to wave at me when I was getting the money to pay for the traffic ticket. I should have smacked him.

Live a little, be a gypsy, get around . . .

Yeah. You know who else I don't like on the road? The perpetual braker. The one that climbs on the car in front of him's ass and then brakes over and over again. And then he makes you brake because you think that there's a lot of traffic or something. But NOOOOOOOOOOOO. He's just an asshole.

Get your feet up off the ground, live a little, get around.

I have more to say, but Aashay's downstairs so I'm out for now . . .

Um, I don't think they're coming back

So as I was driving from work to well, work again. And I heard the Backstreet Boys. NO JOKE. It was "As Long as You Love Me". Yah. Reminded me of the good ol' days. See, I had this plan. Nick Carter - he was the youngest one. The tall blonde? Yeah, I picked him cuz he was the youngest of the batch but he'd still be an older man. wOOt. Anyhoo, he was going to sing at the 8th grade graduation dance - evidently, I felt that my junior high could afford to hire the one of the top pop groups for this major event. And then he'd see me there and we'd fall madly in love. And yes, he did end up taking me to my prom and we got married and all of the Backstreet Boys were at the wedding and . . . lord almighty, I was pathetic.

Who am I kidding, talking in past tense. I'm STILL pathetic.

*sigh*

It's just another day . . . okay, it's better

For the record, retail therapy is THE best path to happiness. Okay, that's not true. But still. It made me feel better yesterday! I bought cute shirts. So now I have shirts to wear as opposed to repeating my wardrobe from week to week. That doesn't mean that now that I have enough shirts that I'll stop buying more though . . . *sigh of happiness* Being a girl is fun! Okay, that's not true either, but it is in THIS case.

Maybe that's one of the reasons I was enjoying the beginning of summer so much. I just kept shopping . . . and shopping . . . and shopping . . . and coming home with bags that freaked my mother out. That was fun. In case you were wondering, it is completely feasible to shop at Abercrombie and other excessively pricey stores and not spend too much money, but my mother, on the other hand, just sees the label and flips out. But I digress. I did go shopping quite a bit and it just made me feel better. Granted, I won't be able to do it all the time, but it's nice to know that I can from time to time. With the speed I go in and out of fitting rooms, it just wears me out. Yay.

I heard this morning on the radio that Justin Timberlake is going to be playing the House of Blues in a few weeks and tickets go on sale this Friday. OH MY GOD LET'S GO! He's on my list, after Denzel, that is. But don't worry, Aashay - he won't have me naked by the end of the song and say wuuuurrrrrrrrd. ;-)

And I just figured out a way to create a playlist on MTV's overdrive so I can listen to the music that I like while I work.

It's funny how today is no different than yesterday in terms of circumstances but somehow I'm just feelin' so good . . .

All aboard the runaway train

Too . . . much . . . going . . . through . . . my . . . mind . . .

Sometimes I wish it were possible to turn my brain off and take a leave of absence from the real world. I want a really isolated vacation where I can be totally away from everything and come out refreshed. Like on a cruise.

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.

I'm so frustrated right now. I don't remember how to do the next part of my project at CDW. When did I become so stupid? There's no way in hell I'm going to make it through medical school at this rate.

Alright. Retail therapy time, I'm thinking.

Kavi out.

(Yes, I just copied Aashay. I felt like it, damnit. Get off my back. rAwR!)