
I feel the definition of Trailer Fabulous right except my cars have wheels and my house doesn't so I guess I am not really Trailer Fabulous. I do feel uber lame though. I am sitting alone another Saturday night with my trusty guitar who I have yet to name. It is kind of a bitch so it might be a girl. I like to name major items I receive or buy myself. I have named my computer, my dead mp3 player (RIP Zenia) and various items. I know you probably think its weird naming inanimate objects, you should blame my parents for that. I haven't had a pet since I was seven and I have begged for a dog since I was 5, since I have no pets to name I name the objects close to me. Its my pathetic way of compensating for the dog I never had (minus the dog I had when i was four named Bam-Bam but we had to get rid of him)
I feel like I am doing everything in house seriously I am jealous of Cinderella right now. I can't complain about it either, other wise I look like a total a-hole so I came here to vent. I am pretty sure I have to go to a baptism tomorrow and that means waking up early after being the slave to this non-trailer house of mine.
On the bright side my mom did buy me another Kennedy book to fuel my mild obsession with the Kennedy family. She also said we might hit Boston so I can visit JFK's library/museum. I had at least 10 kids a day that would stop in front of my locker everyday because all they would see is 454518902515469565 post its with lyrics, a picture of my brother, my friend Sarah , my then boyfriend and a JFK magnet. I don't know if it was because I was dating a big black guy who probably didn't know who JFK was or the JFK magnet.
I am now able to "play" Around the Clock by the Rocket Summer and by "play" I mean I pause every five seconds to move my fingers and strum but maybe one day it will sound remotely like the Rocket Summer.