A little tip from me to you.

If the AC in your car breaks, I suggest getting it fixed right away or the following situation may occur:

–BASED ON TRUE EVENTS–

I was on my way to an appointment when I felt the sun beating down on me. I knew putting the windows down wasn’t going to do much good, so I didn’t bother. After about 5 minutes of driving, I was at a red light. I could feel sweat dripping down my face and neck, so I decided to just take a quick peek at my condition. When I looked in the mirror, I let out a shrill shreik that scared the people in the car next to me. I know they were scared because when I looked around, I saw them staring at me as if they had just spotted America’s Most Wanted. My face was not only glistening with sweat, it was COVERED in it. I was mortified. 20 minutes of putting on my foundation/cover-up make-up was destroyed in a matter of minutes. I was saddened by what I saw. I knew that I had just run out of my cover-up and had to go buy more at the store should I want to put more on. It was just an appointment, though…right?

WRONG.

After my appointment, I had to pick up my mother from work since her car was getting repairs done on it, and take her to the rental car place. When we got there, my face sweat-wridden and zit-spotted and hair up in a very messy bun, I found out that the guy who was serving us was HOT. I mean SMOKIN’ HOT. I tried my best to hide behind my mother, but it was no use. I handed him my licence in case I needed to use the car, he scanned it on his computer, and handed it back to my mom who then handed it to me. I was sitting down, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

We went outside to check out the rental car. It was a Volvo C30. Not the greatest car, but a family-trusted brand. I did everything I could to keep this hot guy from seeing my face. I even turned around at one point and just stared at my own car. Finally, he bid us farewell and I SHOT over to my car faster than the speed of light and drove to ULTA, the store I buy my make up at. I ended up spending $50 + on make-up. Insane and unnecessary, I know, but I felt I needed it. Besides, every girl could use a little help with her eye make-up, right?…er…

Anyway, I made it back home, safe and sound, and came inside where it was air-conditioned to perfection. I walked into my room, layed back on my bed, relaxed and blasted Sirenia on my cd-player. That’s right, I said CD player. I prefer cds over iPods, though I do have an iPod Nano and an iHome. I happen to have a 60 disc CD player, and I guess that’s why I’m partial to them. Either that or the fact that I can’t operate iPods well. It’s one or the other. I’ll leave that to your disgression.

So here I am, currently, sitting Indian-style on my couch, waiting for my mom to get out of the shower so we can eat dinner and watch tv. I promise you, my blogs will mostly be similar to this one in context. Every now and then you’ll get a picture, but this will mainly just be me going on and on about my daily life and how much it tends to suck.

Enjoy, you crazy mother fuckers.