All Over the Place...Yet Again.

This past week was all over the place. This week is, too, and it's barely even half over yet. This is ridiculous. Well, we pushed our offer for $210,000 for a lovely condo in Warwick that was listed for $229,000 but needed some work. The real estate agent representing the sellers was Maribel Rossiter, the Rossiter twins' mother. My mom and her mom apparently have a history. (No, sicko, get your mind out of the gutter.) Well, anyway, they surprisingly accepted the $210,000 push. However, today we're informed that on Sunday they're having an open house. That's bad. For three hours, anyone interested may tour the house in question, and may place offers. If theirs is higher than ours, the house is now theirs. If no one makes a higher offer by open house, then the home is ours. A very close friend this past weekend had something horrible happen to them, and they're still coping, and probably will for a while. My allergies are RIDICULOUS! Today Dr. Barone prescribed Singulair, which apparently carries the side effect of suicidal tendencies. Great, huh? I'm off to a FANTASTIC start. To speak strictly metaphorically about something that happened today, the proverbial door was pried open today, and the big fat ugly four eyed monster (that's SOMETIMES green) was nowhere to be found. Which is actually a very good thing, but you see, I'm not sure I've outgrown the habit of closing said door. I'd really like to say I am. I just don't know yet. I have a friend I need to speak with about that...it's nice to know someone's there. To that person - remember - if you need me at all in the coming days, any time, just give me a holler. (I sent those songs to you, btw.) Okay, enough secret messages for one day.. This song is beckoning my departure...ick. =[

happy birthday, mutt. you're two years old.

I'm tired...

Teenage Wasteland

School's getting wayyy too dramatic on the cusp of formal, which, to me, isn't a huge event. This is just how I see it, but we'll have well more important events coming up. No need to make such an unnecessary fuss over frosh formal. A lot of odd things are happening, a lot of people are hurt every day, and I see at least one or two people crying everyday because either someone won't ask them to formal, or they were denied. Yeah, it's upsetting, but the way I see it, there's nothing wrong with you, so just pick your head up and keep on going. Don't let anything ruin this wonderful year that has been. (When I say I see one to two people crying, I mean outside of the usual three or four drama queens.) But I'm just very lax with all of this. Formal is coming up, obviously, and I was asked....ASKED? Since WHEN do GIRLS do the asking? I've seen it this year, unfortunately I'm obliged not to give names. I was asked twice. Sure, it's not easy saying no. Actually, one of them I offered going as friends. I don't think they took it too well. And I know of one other that would like to go with me. But I can't keep all this school drama on my mind. You know why? I'm moving. That's why I've been blogging so infrequently lately. Between the end-of-year crunch, home searching, and the fact that I do indeed have a social life, I simply haven't had the time I need for blogging. It might be like this until the end of June. Maybe even after that. My parents agreed on a home that ironically enough Katie and Lauren Rossiter's mom Maribel is representing. It needs work, but it's nothing crazy. The price isn't at all bad at $229,000. It's a steal, really, but only because the housing market is quite a mess at the moment. Real estate agents my mother knows are giving another 8 months before the market hits rock bottom. That's around Christmas. That's sad. In other news, my parents almost bought another dog yesterday. I think we were going to name her Shelley or something. She is a shih-tzu. We didn't get her, but once we settle in this new house, we will most definitely get one, hopefully before I'm off to college. Well, I need to split. Again, nothing about my spring break, but it really was awesome. I'll write eventually. Oh, yeah, I went to the galleria and the palisades these last two days. My luck? "That girl" was at both places. Some of you will know what I'm talking about. Do you mind not telling people? I'd appreciate. 

-I'm not about to write out what happened. You can ask if you're so curious. 

Adios!

~Please can you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.~