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Oh, you know... My dilated eye:  Pardon the makeup, all those drops washed it away. >.< Now I need to put drops into my eyes when it's windy, hot and with low humidity, every hour I'm watching TV or on the computer, and whatever else. But I have to do it three to four times a day no matter what. How stupid. I hate putting drops into my eyes because I KNOW its coming so it's hard for me to keep my eyes open. lol My eyes were dilated pretty much all day and it sucked. It was making me feel sick. Plus it didn't help that I went with my grandmother house hunting when it was SOOO HOT out and I was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt (you don't have to tell me how stupid I am, I already know). That only made me feel worse. I had eaten right before we left and they decided to go out to eat the last second at Perkins so I sat there full while they ate and then eventually I decided to get this fudge brownie supreme thing. It was good but I was full so I was kinda overstuffing myself. That made me feel worse also. But I couldn't pass up that brownie! It had the brownie (of course) and then a scoop of vanilla ice cream with hot fudge and whipped cream all on top. Mmm, so good! The house hunting went well. We found some good and some not so good. There were two really nice houses and one of them I think we may move into if we don't find something that could POSSIBLY be any better. The other nice one, well...the people who lived in it before must have been mad that they were foreclosed on and dumped stuff all over the rugs and the walls just really need to be repainted. So if we wanted that house we would have to spend thousands of dollars to redo all the rugs in the whole house and I mean ALL. And paint all the walls. And of course, that was the house we really wanted. And if it wasn't for all that that I just explained we probably would be moving into that one. So the one we may choose as of right now has REALLLLLY high ceilings which is what I like and its very spacey. There's the dining room and the living room at the entrance, then when you walk through there you walk into the kitchen. And then you walk into the big family room where there's sliding glass doors to go out back. Then to the left there's the master bedroom and the bathroom in that room with his and her sinks. The toilet kinda has its own little room in that bathroom, there's a door you can open and close to get to the toilet. Kinda funny. Then there's the roman bathtub (Woot!) and the stand up shower. And also a his and her closet. On the opposite side of the house you have the bathroom and two bedrooms. Really nice house. I met to grab my camera on the way out the door before I left to house hunt but, as always, I forget. Next time, next time. Today, well, today turned out like complete shit. I went to the beach to meet somebody there for the first time. And, well, he wanted me to get in the car with him to go to the store or whatever. I'm not that dumb, seriously. You really think I will get into a car with you when I don't fucking know you? I'm smarter than that. Don't play those fucking games with me. He tried and tried and tried (he never got out of his car so that was good) but I wouldn't get in his car. Then finally he said he was just gonna go. After that, I knew that what I was thinking he wanted to do was what he was actually gonna do. At this point, I don't think I will be making any friends on my own. I'm starting to lose all hope. Maybe it's time to go back to New York for now? As much as I don't want to. I don't know. I need some time to think... Post a comment in response: |
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