Time and Money

I wanted to be a blogger that didn't neglect my blog. Oh, well. I haven't written much in general for a while. I don't feel much inspiration to write much that is new. I just write the same old drab lines. No one wants me to continue writing about the same boy over and over again. I want to write a slightly sci-fi novel though which I got out of a strange dream. Since the last time that I wrote (though I can't remember the last time I wrote in my blog) I have had car trouble, tax trouble, job woes, boy woes, etc. It's all fun and games.

My car decided to stop starting which I thankfully got fixed so that it would actually start starting again. I got a lovely crack in my windshield which was fixed for a couple months until the other day when it grew an inch or two over night. So, I get to replace it (although my dad is helping me with that - it's so nice to be under thirty). And just recently, my driver's side door has decided to start growling at me. I guess it's not fun to fix and I'll just have to adjust to the noise every time I start my car or lock it. And I guess I should try to get my oil changed since I have no idea when I did that last. And it helps that I have had to drive 60 miles 5 days a week.

I'm not going to bore with my woes, but I dislike them all. It sucks. I'm going to end with some lines droning on about money. I always enjoy how life knows exactly when you are about to get out of debt and start saving again, time and time again. I cry every time I figure out that I have one more expense. Times are wonderful. But I have hope for the year: I hope to get a better job which I have hope for, I hope to buy a house which would happen if the first happens, and I hope to get the guy which I don't have hope for. And I have a bump on my chin from one of my thankless part-time jobs by hitting it on a 360-drum set. It's nice that I take pleasure in the little things like eating, exercising, and working on my many hobbies.