I'm baaaaack!

Look who's here and alive! Me! Me!

Atlanta happened. My mother is alive. We actually talked the entire way down (6 hours of talking, and that's considering it wasn't all me). And we talked about half the way back (when I wasn't sleeping).

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Casino night was interesting. My mother and I lost $50,000 each. Fake money folks, fake money. But mom did finally learn blackjack.

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The Elvis impersonator sucked ass on fast songs, but rocked on the slow songs. And dammit, I didn't get a scarf.

My mom and I did have a fun moment where we almost went up to Elvis to do extreme fangirling. I was going to scream and faint, and she was going to fan me. Then she wussed out.

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My mother saw my dirty side. *snerk* There was some booth where we traced and it had raised lines and...okay, it makes no sense unless you see it. But after we tried out this thing, we got a sticker that read "I Felt It".

Naturally I placed the sticker squarely between my boobs. I got three booths before mom saw it and told me to move the sticker in between giggles.

My mother *does* have a sense of humor.

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I don't suggest ever going for 3 days without a proper meal. Food was hideous at this convention. $2.75 for a 20 oz. Coke is way too much, for one thing. Plus any time we were served a meal, the caterer sucked ass.

So on Saturday, on our way home, we stopped at an Olive Garden to get a real meal. I was a happy, happy girl.

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Checking into the hotel was memorable. When we got on the elevator after checking in, my mother immediately commented that the desk clerk needed to reapply her lipstick, that it was weird that she'd have on such thick makeup and have worn off her lipstick like that.

I replied that I didn't notice that the lipstick was worn off, that I was paying more attention to the fact that those lips had received a bad collagen injection, and...well, the Adam's apple was an interesting thing too. My mom totally missed it. She's so innocent.

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I'm tired today and have tons of school work, so I don't know when I'll be on again. *sigh*

Car facts

Dieseling: When one's car takes on a life of it's own, possibly through demon possession, and decides to sit in the parked position, merely chugging, while the driver sits confused and disturbed in the driver's seat holding the key up.

I don't like it when machines get attitude with me.

My car dieseled. I freaked out. The stupid thing already has issues, so now it starts creating new problems?

Of course this happened Thursday morning as I was coming back from running to the bank (and Biscuitville) while my mother sat in her car waiting for me to grab my things so we could head out. Now? It is behaving.

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On the plus side, because the federal government has great timing this time, my federal income tax refund was sitting on my desk when I got home Saturday night. Yay! $441 dollars, purely dedicated to my car. Which goes to the mechanic's tomorrow.

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My fandoms are mixing. Yesterday, when Elliott Sadler won the Texas race, they blasted the Superman theme over the loudspeaker. I was disturbed. Especially since later that night Malcolm in the Middle had a Superman reference also. Dude. They're trying to mess with my head.

So here's a question for everyone.

I need to make money. I just...I want to pay off bills, and with my car acting up there's no telling if I'll have to get a new one before my old one is paid off. I need money.

So, and let's think radical here folks, what are some ways I can make money (and no, prostitution is *not* an option)? I've got my job that pays $27,000 a year. I have a weekend job that pays $70 every two weeks (that'll go up in June due to Back To School). I have two credit card bills, a car bill (that gets paid off in July), the power, the phone, the rent, the vacuum cleaner (don't ask), the car insurance, the gym. I want to pay things off by Christmas in preparation for next spring and The Move. Honestly, just paying off the oustanding debt (credit cards, car and vacuum cleaner - again, don't ask) would take care of a lot. I've looked around my apartment at what I could sell for money, and lord have mercy, I have nothing. Well, a couple of prom dresses through a consignment shop, but that's it.

No medical research groups are doing allergy studies right now, which would be an option. I have one possible line that I'm going to check out that could feasibly get me around $2,500. But any other ideas? Any? We're talking anything you can think of or know about folks.

Celebration time!

For the pointless poll!

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