…when, at 11.30pm, you are driving home and see 5 police cars at the local Wendy’s… and then a helicopter with a spotlight that you only see in the movies roving overhead (actually, I hear the copter right now outside my bedroom window). They are definitely looking for someone. Totally is freaking me out right now. I’ve never been in the proximity of the spotlight of a search helicopter before…but it went right over me as I was driving down Baltimore Pike..it made my section of the street look like it was daytime.
Today was a lazy, lazy Saturday… I was sooo bored I actually cleaned my room. It’s about 3/4 of the way finished. I took the time to sort all the clothes on my floor (imagine clothes… LOTS of clothes…I actually had parted the fictional “red sea” to have a path leading to my bed). I have this nasty habit of throwing everything on the floor when I take it off or on the ironing board, or the chair, or the IV pole from when I was sick (it’s great when I actually ironed stuff… I could hang it on the IV pole). After that I changed my mind about the Christmas tree this year.. so, I went to Target and bought a nice looking 4 1/2 foot tree to put in my living room. I never mind putting up the tree…but I loathe taking it down. I figure this small one will be tons easier to put away come January & when I get a new place I can use the smaller tree in my bedroom. After that was finished, I went to Jamie & Suzy’s to watch “Hancock” (saw it before… I thought it was good).
Elizabeth: no date this week. He was in the Boston suburbs all week for the holiday visiting his family. I’m hoping that maybe we can go out again on Friday night (12/5)?. He said that he would call. But from my previous experiences, men never call me when they say they will call… if they call at all. No pessimism in that statement…just deep seated reality. So, to be perfectly clear: I hope he calls again & I hope we go out again.
Tomorrow I need to get my arse in gear… I haven’t really done any school work in over a week. I did a little bit on Friday morning but not enough to constitute “studying”.
That’s about it from my end of town… I really wish I knew what was going on outside… I feel like I’m in South Central LA instead of sleepy Media, PA. (ok… NOT South Central…but I was totally scared coming into my apartment tonight in the dark–lots of bushes & trees for convicts to hide).