Hiatus?

Oops, I kind of went away there for a while. Busy much?

And sadly, I think I came up with lots of posts I wanted to make, but never actually got around to them. The only one I can remember now, however, was going to be something about how Al Gore can laugh at George Bush a whole lot now. Sure, George "won" the election but he's pretty much the most hated man in the world right now. Al just won a Nobel Peace Prize (and let's be honest, George's name sure as heck isn't on that list.) and he's got an Oscar and, I think an Emmy, or something of that sort... and people still kinda like him.

But anyways, I think I'll be less busy now. My microbiology freakout is over. And the semester as a whole is winding down. And, Ty and Nate are coming to spend the weekend with me!

I win! I win!

It only took 5 years but I finally cracked my mother! They have agreed to let me keep a car at school!!!!!

Now I can drive to see Duane.... no more smelly/ghetto busses for me. And drive to the grocery store since Jamie is afraid of the Southside. And, well, I'm just gonna consider this a moral victory since I've been trying since the days of the "Kailey wants a car but isn't allowed to have one" college fund.

1997 Grand Am... kind of old but in excellent condition, hurrah!

Oh, my nose!

So there was a Power Ranger in the ceiling...

I spent the weekend at Ty's house and I think Nate broke my nose! The Red Ranger was somehow stuck in the rafters downstairs and I was about to pull him to safety. Well, Nate never pays attention, so he missed that and decided to throw something at it.

That something happened to be a matchbox car and it also happened to miss the Power Ranger and/or rafters by at least a foot or two. What it did hit, however, was me... right on the bridge of my nose.

Pain. Oh, the pain.

But I didn't scream any bad words in front of the small children, although Nate was a little freaked out that he almost knocked me out or something. But I wasn't so worried about it then. Now, however, I am home and it is brusing/swelling a little more.

And, oh yes, the best part: The car had a spoiler, which gashed me right across the nose. Oh yeah!

My Manifesto

It is very late and I have to wake up early to drive to Ty's house tomorrow so what the heck am I still up for?

Well, I just spent about an hour writing my 4 page "Why Kailey Deserves A Car" manifesto. You see, we recently purchased a fourth car. It doesn't take a mathematician to do the math here: 4 cars, 2 parents at home to drive them. So I offered to pay for the insurance if I could have a car at school. Yeah, that got shot down real quick.

So instead of trying to talk it out and just getting all pissy really quickly--let's be honest, that is what would happen. I decided to write my parents (read: my mom) a letter explaining why I should get the car. I think I argued my points very well, so we shall see. I plan on leaving it on the table when I leave tomorrow.

And now I'm going to sleep!

And breathe...

What a difference a few days makes! No more freaking out here and I can actually breathe again. That's probably what sucks most about being stressed: I actually cannot breathe. Thank you, viscious acid reflux.

Anyways, I did well, very well on my micro test; Duane and I booked a new cruise; and the mini-scare of the weekend that Ty's tumor was growing again ended up being nothing but chemo side effects. -whew-

So the new cruise... Its one less day than the other, which isn't as fun but that's alright. We're staying in a hotel for the extra day, which is kind of fun, especially if your name is Duane and will be returning to an apartment sans AC for the summer. ha! But the ship is better, I think. It has a mini-golf course on the top. At first I thought "Gee, wouldn't it be cool if they also had a driving range and you could whack balls into the ocean?!" but then I thought of that Seinfeld where George had to save the whale and it didn't sound so cool anymore. Oh well, the ship was apparently just remodeled last year so its all shiny and new!

And after spending about an hour on the phone with Delta just a bit ago, our air travel situation is all sorted out. To make a very long and very complicated story short, their site ate my reservations, cancelled un-cancelable tickets and I talked to about 5 different people, all of whom spoke a different language as his native tongue, on my quest to transfer the reservations. -whew- But its all fixed now and I even reserved the hotel! Yays, only 214 days til we leave!