What the...?!

And guys say girls are confusing... I'm at a loss with this one. This is a totally random post, just as are the thoughts running circles in my brain right now. There is no way to even begin an attempt at an explanation here. Just take my word for it...

I can't be losing sleep over this, no I can't.
And now I cannot stop pacing.
Give me a few hours, I'll have this all sorted out.
If my mind would just stop racing.

I cannot stand still.
I can't be this unsturdy.
This cannot be happening.

This is over my head but underneath my feet.
Cause by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat.
And everything will be back to the way that it was.
I wish that it was just that easy.

Cause I'm waiting for tonight.
Then waiting for tomorrow.
I'm somewhere in between.
What is real and just a dream.


So the house and I ventured off to American Eagle today where I found some cute, CHEAP, jeans. Well, the most expensive I would ever pay for I guess. Yeah baby, I'm kind of a tightwad when it comes to clothes. I'm a t-shirt and jeans kinda gal. We then went to WalMart for our dreaded shopping excursion. We all hate WalMart with an undying, unquentiable passion, but we perservered. I think I may have just misspelled like 90 words in there, but ah well. ;) Cait and I went to work out too, GO US! I really didn't want to, but we keep each other motivated. On the way there, I had to stop and put gas in the car. I got spurted. Thaaaat's right...the gauge that is supposed to STOP the flow of gasoline DID.NOT.WORK. Gas went down the side of Dory (that's right people, my car has a name!) and all over the ground. Which of course, I got to pay for. It wasn't TOO bad so it's okay. I was just thankful it didn't catch fire. On top of the fact that the first gauge malfunctioned, so did the one on the machine dealiwhopper. I flipped the lever down, closed the handle, and gas was still coming from the nozzle. Wicked piece of crap. I went in and told the attendent who didn't sound too worried. No harm, no foul I guess. Now, I'm sitting here listening to sappy love songs, feeling all too sorry for myself and attempting to continue the plan of reminding myself, "LIZ! Do not feel freakin' sorry for yourself. There are guys out there who are not total tools and who SEE A SIGN when it's presented to them." Someday...someday. However, amidst my sappy song serenade, I did complete a study guide that is like 3 horrific pages long. EEK! I have a test next Friday that I WILL be prepared for. I'm going to quit rambling now and go color Cait's hair fire engine red. Okay so not really...we're going for a shade a little more natural than fire engine. ;) Have a good night all.