Well, I’m back from New York, and I’m rather unsatisfied with the pictures I took. Mainly because good photographs take multiple shots and time to get them right. But because we were on the move, I couldn’t really get the shots or results I wanted. But the trip was really nice and the sights were wonderful. The Yankees won (like I care) and Mamma Mia! was FANTASTIC! I was kind of biased by it before because I’m really not an ABBA fan, but was a great performance, and I’m considering and contemplating on seeing the movie.
In other words, this weekend is the Brigs home-show in Waterloo. Why Waterloo? I have absolutely no idea, because we’ve only practiced there once and we technically don’t have a “home” location. Unless you count APW, but who the hell would come to that show?Especially since APW doesn’t have night lights, unless we did a show in the parkinglot and put everyone on the roof.
On another note, my brother killed my car. He kind of has a history of that… and I’m pissed, but I’m holding it in well. I mean, I’ve only had the thing for like, three weeks, he comes home and kills it. I told him he couldn’t use it because I know his car history, but he gave me a sob story and I let him use it. Look what happened to that. Gah.
Also, I’m still short of about a grand for a new computer. I could get a MacBook with what I have, but I really want the MacBookPro. Like, badly. Because my mom needs the desktop at home in case something goes wrong with her laptop, and it’s technically my brothers, but I think he might be selling his new computer to pay for damage on my car, and he needs something, especially since it’s technically his. And it’s required that I have a computer of my own because libraries close, and there are campus emergencies where I might not have access to one. And I don’t want to pay to fix my old Dell laptop because if I have to replace my hard drive, battery, or charger one more time… I might kill something.
Jon’s mom offered that she loan me a grand to pay for it, but I already feel really bad because she’s done so much for me already. Like take me to New York, pay for countless dinners out, driven me wherever I needed to go, and now she wants to pay for my room at DCA, even though I can pay for it. I don’t really understand. I try to pay for my own things, but she never really lets me, and I always feel really bad. And if I would even consider letting her give me a load, I have no clue how I would pay her back.
In other words, this news is good for my best friend: I’M COMING HOME NEXT WEEKEND FROM FRIDAY NIGHT UNTIL SUNDAY! SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Anyways, gotta run!
Here Comes the Flood. 