i feel ill

I'm so so so nervous about where I'm going to move. I have one possibility that looks good and it's cheap, but I also am looking at a place that's more expensive but much nicer and in Costa Mesa. I love Costa Mesa. Of course I just sent the lady back 2 emails! The first one saying it was out of my budget and the second (sent less than an hour later) saying basically nevermind the other email, I'm still interested. I hope she emails me back and doesn't think I'm crazy. Although... haha

All the anxiety doesn't make me feel very good....

Of course the sickness could be attributed to my dinner of frozen yogurt and cocoa krispies. Gross, I know.


Well now back to compulsive email checking.

on nights like these...

... I really need a hug.

As great as last night was tonight was that bad. I took J.P. and my Grandma to try to find frozen yogurt after a movie and as we headed for home after an unsuccessful quest for dairy treats alas my car broke down. We proceeded to wait 1 hour before the AAA roadside assistance person arrived. (the dispatch center had trouble locating us) The problem? I ran out of gas. That is bad on so many different levels. I'm not used to the suburban... putting in 10 gallons on Friday and having it run out of gas on Saturday. Stupid suburban, stupid girl. Then I got in a heated fight with my sister over the phone.

I wish I could come home and fall into someone's arms, but I don't live with my family and my roommate is anti-hugging. haha... (Do you remember that? A hug from mom and dad making everything better?)

<-------This was one of those great moments, althouth it certainly wasn't a bad day.


Anyway... I'm supposed to be thankful in everything right? Well here it goes...

I'm thankful I have a car to drive. I'm thankful that my Grandma and brother are loving and forgiving when I screw up. I'm thankful that I have a lovely sister to make up with after we fight. I'm thankful that I am home and get to go to bed. I'm thankful that tomorrow will be a better day especially since I'm looking at a house I might possibly move into! Wish me luck!

Mr. Wonderful

This is my brother, Jeremy Paul and I at Disneyland---->

Let me tell you a little bit about him. Well a very little bit because he's so amazing that if I tried to write everything down it would take too long and it is already rather late.

name: Jeremy Paul Heath, aka Mr. Wonderful
preferred name(very important): J.P.
age: 17
occupation: high school student
likes: people, diet coke, movies, Bloomberg, economics, business, cartoons, eating out, his "flippy", asking seemingly endless streams of questions, Disneyland, pretend play, chilling in his room etc.
dislikes: bossy people (like his sisters), "stupid" rules, dressing up, being called Jeremy (he says his full name is too fancy), showering (hence the bossiness... "yes J.P. you have to take a shower before church." "I don't care what people think! It doesn't matter!" "Um yes it does. You're a boy and boys smell."), being smothered by sisterly affection, the "R" word

Today I took him to Disneyland. We went on thunder mountain twice in a row! Yeah! (That's his third favorite ride after Tower of Terror and Indiana Jones) After 5 rides, a nice relaxing dinner at Storyteller's cafe, and enjoying the Christmas atmosphere together we were content with having had a great afternoon/evening.

That's how life always is when I'm with him. I can be myself... completely ridiculous and goofy because I know he loves me regardless and is entertained by my antics. More than just love for me, he has love for everyone. It makes me smile when he says to some tired worker or waiter, "Hi! How are you doing tonight?" And he really means it. They're usually taken aback by the sincerity and smile with a reply.

I love him so much! So I'll walk around Disneyland holding my brother's hand completely apathetic to the questioning looks we receive. Tonight in line for the second time for Thunder Mountain we were talking about the problems rich people have and he turned to me and said, "We're rich in love." I smiled and was glad that the statement was true.*





*This is a reference to a story from July 2.
Archive, July 2nd: "The other day my brother and I were driving. And he asked me an odd question, as he usually does. He asked me if I was rich in love. I paused and thought about the question. After thinking a little while I told him that I think I'm rich in love in the sense that I receive so much and I'm surrounded by such loving friends and family, but I am like scrooge. I have a wealth of love, but don't lavish it on the people I'm closest to. I try to store it up."