four hours of sleep eee
posted on July 24, 2004 @ 10:58 am

this morning at 2:18 i got pulled over on the jed robinson loop (the one that bipasses athens) for going 71 in a 65. not only is it retarded because it was only six over, i had just coasted down a hill. the officer was no older than 25, and when he asked where i was headed and where i was coming from, i replied in an accent as thick as his, and answered yes when he asked if i went to college to try and get some sympathy. he just gave me a warning, and as i signed it he said in his drawl, "goin' to see some family in longview?"
":mimicking drawl: yeah, it's m'dad's birthday."
"ok, well you be careful and slow down a little bit."
"ok, thank you."

well, it's not as humorous as when i told it to mom this morning since, you know, you can't hear me.

i might be able to get my car today, if they've finished fixing whatever was wrong with the front passenger window (i think it wouldn't roll down or something). i want to call doug and ask if he'd talked to the people yet. i've decided what with all the vibes i'm getting that it's going to be a girl. her name proper is evelyn, but i'll call her evie.

yes, there's a pok�mon named eevee. no, i didn't intentionally do that. for some reason "shirley" came to mind, but i don't like that name at all.

mom said, "i think it's a girl, since it has a sunroof."
"yeah, i was thinking that's like her vagina."
":laughing: ok, well just keep thinking that. don't say it again."

travis played some good cds, at least, and we went out with a bang, one final cop encounter. there have been so many.


[i'm hugging him. absurd amount of <3.]

when you're in complete silence, do you still hear sound? i hear a super high-pitched, constant sound, and just this morning at four when i got in bed i wondered if that was normal. is that "ringing"?

i asked mom this morning, "what do you think of owen moving down here?"
"what do i think?"
"questions? comments? concerns?"
what i thought was humorous was the fact she asked if there was a romantic interest. i furrowed my brow and said, "uh, yeah, that's why he coming down here."

for whatever reason, it's hard to talk about that stuff with my family; it's embarrassing for some reason. a completely normal thing that moms and daughters are supposed to talk about, i have an issue with. don't misinterpret, however; it's not because it's owen. god knows i've been gushing about him for six years. one of the many bizarre aspects of my troubled psyche, i suppose.

well, mom's up from her nap, so i'm going to go bug her some more. maybe i can get her to let me drive her suv to cds and more.
<3, chels

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