flat tire. typical.

There's definitely something about my family and bad luck with cars... this morning on the way for an interview I got a flat tire. It took the Allstate Company a little over an hour to get to me to put the spare on because I didn't have the equipment to do it myself... I'm not even sure I'd figure it out to do it myself in the first place, but I have seen a lot of tires changed in my short lifetime so I think I could handle it... maybe. So I sat in the cold, and waited... Now maybe I'm just stupid, but I find it hard to get panicked in situations like that... I just find it so hilariously pitiful. I'd like to cry, but all I can do is laugh thinking, "this would happen to me."
Peoples reactions to seeing other people stranded on the side of the road are quite interesting. They slow down as if they're thinking about stopping, they give you the most bewildered look, honk, (is that for good luck or something?) and then they keep driving... "nah, I change my mind. Here's a honk!"
So I didn't make it to the meeting. But I went by Antonietta's to see if there's the slightest chance they could be hiring this time, and I think it turned into a an interview because the manager talked to me for a long time. So, keep your fingers crossed, this girl could possibly get employed again. That is if my car doesn't decide to kick the bucket altogether.
What is with spare tires? Who invented that? Why isn't the spare tire--an actual "spare" tire instead of this puny little wheel that only gets you far enough to get a real tire?

What's new:

It is now 2011... that's new. January was in a hurry.
I joined two worship bands. The first I sang with at a weekend teen conference (and hopefully more to come)--which is currently being called the Josh Joseph band, and the Sunday morning worship band at the Methodist Church. I've been asked to record with several people, and I did a Paramore cover of Crush. It's very exciting and I'm looking forward to what's next.
I'm meeting with a woman on Thursday, which hopefully means I'll be getting a catering job... thank God because no one, and I mean absolutely no one, is hiring right now.
And last but definitely not least, I've met someone.

Tagged, I was.

The rules are as follows: List seven things about yourself that other people may not know, and then tag fifteen other bloggers (or, in my case, three).


01) I can lick my nose.

02) I have a flying squirrel.

03) Most people get the idea if I'm making fun of something, then I don't like it... I suppose with any normal person, that would make sense... but that is not the case with me, if I'm making fun of it, I like it.

04) I recorded a Paramore cover of Crushcrushcrush... you can listen to it here > http://www.myspace.com/jonathanwroach

05) I am addicted to orange tic tacs.

06) I get the hiccups every time I eat carrots, pancakes and hamburgers.

07) I love ladaisi's blog!

I hereby poke the following:

Ayla -What? Mermaids?
Sarah-My Shady Grove
Priscilla-Take another step, don't give up on me just yet


If I didn't tag you and you want to play, no worries... go right ahead!

my only desire to worship at your feet so let this fire consume my life let your love take me deeper draw me closer to where you are cause all i want is more of you

Little memories fall where they will, each an arrow to the heart.

No one understands if at one moment I could be fine, and the next something could trigger the pain and it’s all I can do to keep the tears inside. It gets easier. But there are still memories… and times when I feel like he took my dreams with him when he said goodbye. And now what am I? All I ever really wanted was to have someone to love me, to hold me.

He talked about how there’d be an empty place for a while, and he’d have to find something to replace me after I was gone. Replace me? It hurts more than anything to know I’m being replaced. I knew everything there is to know about him, and now another girl has taken my place… as if I’m just a lost memory that doesn’t matter anymore. I saw him with her… he flirted with her, like he used to with me… I couldn’t move my feet. Like I was nailed to the floor and could only watch the bullet coming. Why does it hurt me so much? I would never go back to him… never… I see him now for what he really is… and yet, this pain is like nothing I have ever felt.

you should probably follow ladaisi's blog.

i'm in love.