License Plates

I never thought I would be so happy to see an Illinois license plate. Well, I knew I was a huge fan and all of license plates from my home state while I was at school, but here, it is extremely commonplace. Everytime I see one, I think of a phone number, you know, three digits, and then four. Just like a phone number. My mind just amazes me, doesn't it do the same to you? You don't have to answer that.

I don't know why I should be so surprised, but there you go. I like license plates that have Illinois on them. I just have to admit that, and now my conscience is clear.

Can you tell that I'm bored out here yet? I get the impression that my mom wants me to get a job, since in every prayer, she prays that I might find one. I would also like to get a job, but it never seems like it's the right day to find one. It's too stormy, I'm going shopping instead, I want to watch a movie, that kind of thing, but I know that I need a job. I had the option of having two jobs already, either as a nanny, which would really be a mom in my opinion, and to work at my old job at the Disney Store, getting $6.50 an hour, with about ten to fifteen hours a week total. That pretty much sucked, which is all that I have to say.

I did go to Young Single Adults, which was fun on Sunday, to be with people my age again. There's more guys than girls, and I don't know what's going to happen to the branch once all of the guys here for the summer working for ADT are gone back to school, as well as the rest of us yay-whoos. Is that even a word? That's never really bothered me before to make up my own word, I guess I'll just be better friends with Dr. Seuss.

That's pretty much all of the excitement my life has been thus far. My poor roomate at school has been pretty much all by herself, since one of my roomates just got married on Compulsive Indecisions's birthday, to be exact, and my other one works afternoons, so they barely see eachother. I'll just have to bother Camille more often, I guess.