i need a life coach and other random fyi's.

i've gotten progressively worse at showing up when i'm supposed to at work. i'm generally not late, but lately i've been having significant issues with showing up early, or, such as today, on days i am not even scheduled. oops.

my mom wanted a fish sandwich since i was coming home early today, and on my mission back i definitely got a speeding ticket. the stupid man saved me $25 by bringing my speed down three miles per hour, but i still lost four points. so, 815am court for me sometime after school is out. can't wait!!!!

i've decided recently i need a life coach. brett told me everyone hits a rough patch every now and again, but i'm pretty sure i've been in a rough patch rut lately and could really use some help. i thought maybe i had it under control, but i have discovered it's up in the air.

"nobody knows" by pink is my new favorite song. i love her new cd. yes, i'm attempting to dip back into my girl roots, having listened to acoustic men or whiny boys for the past couple years, i thought i should get back to my guilty pleasures. you know, rocking out to kelly clarkson's "walk away" with the windows down, shedaisy's "i'm takin' the wheel", busting out a little avril lavigne while showering... all good things. it will probably last a week or two, but hey, for now i can't get enough pop rocky girl-angst.

i watched brokeback mountain today. i'd like to have all these lovely things to say about it, but really the first hour was incredibly slow... kind of like watching a pbs documentary on the wyoming mountains or something. then came one very graphic sex scene that i probably could have done without. after that, it was more of a life story. i enjoyed that part; there was no more graphic sex and instead just a sweet interpretation of a forbidden love. not that i'm trying to be a bigot; graphic sex between anyone in movies seems to be gratuitous in more ways than not. bottom line, i'm glad i saw it i suppose.

amusing anecdote: my 89 year old grandpa lives in an elderly home, and they are taken out on miscellaneous field trips fairly often. the last one was to a movie - brokeback mountain. a bus full of elderly people from a not-so-liberal generation were driven to see a movie based around a passionate love between two men. my grandpa said it was one of the worst movies he'd ever seen, and all it was about was "two guys trying to get in each other's pants the whole time", and he was clueless as to how anyone cared about it. fairly amusing, but honestly who set that trip up?

i am fairly certain that the people that sit down in class with their headphones turned up so loud i can sing along word for word are idiots. are you trying to impress the class with your taste in music [that, to be honest, probably sucks anyway]? are you proving to me that you are mildly deaf and need your volume turned up to 110 decibels even though you have those "cool" ipod ear buds that are placed INSIDE your ear already... how loud does it have to be, really? don't make me bring my headphones in purely to get away from yours. it's a personal device. keep it to yourself.

someone had a bumper sticker in front of me yesterday that said "don't follow me... i'm lost". it made me laugh out loud and i think i would like to find one. it was a guy in a white pickup truck, too, which surprised me. you'd think it could at least be found on some kind of vehicle with a girl behind the wheel. maybe that's just my stereotype. maybe b/c i've never met a boy who couldn't find his way anywhere. either way, i chuckled and i'd like to find one, b/c i'm pretty sure i could get lost in my kitchen if i got distracted.

i want to be asked to dance. a slow one, preferably, but i suppose i won't be picky. who are we kidding, i'm picky. i'd like to be asked to dance to something pretty or trendy or lovely by someone that matters.

i want to be asked to a movie. to dance, or a movie. ask away if you matter.

i would rather do my homework than go to work tomorrow. and that's a big deal.

i'd like to be okay.

i'd like you to call me.