holytoastr | (no subject)

After looking at jobs all afternoon, I took a nap. My head hurt a lot. It didn't help that when I woke up, the neighbors were blasting their radio and my mom was blasting the tv. Ouchie sad head.

I've got a list of jobs to try for tomorrow. So that's good. But I forgot to call that temp agency today. That was bad. And I never went to the bank. But I can do that tomorrow so that's ok.

I've decided to make a new shirt. I've got a tiny bit of really nice black fabric--Not enough for anything big, but too much to throw away. It was just the right amount for a shirt. My goal is to really empty my sewing bin. Er, bins. I want to get it down to one bin though. Then I can use the other one to store all the other sewing thingies I've got.

Also, I miss ben. He went and got internet for a few hours today and talked to me. It made me really happy.

I was fighting a little with my mom today about driving myself down to VA when I get an interview. She doesn't want me to do it because she says I'll get hurt or lost or killed or abducted by ufos or something equally ridiculous. I pointed out to her that I have been driving since high school. I've driven with jenny to texas. And that I've driven to VA before with dad. I even told her all the roads you take to VA. I even know the directions! She asked me what I'd do if there was traffic or a road was closed. I told her I'd either sit in traffic, or stop at a gas station and get a map.

I feel I gave a very good case for driving alone. But my mother is crazy and irrational. She tried to end the argument by sending me in the kitchen to start dinner. I asked her if that was safe since I could get burned or cut or something. She said it was safer than driving because it was in the house. I pointed out that most accidents happen in the home, but I don't think she heard me because she didn't reply. (She ALWAYS replies. She likes to get the last word in.)