Been looking at edward gorey. Really wanna get some of his books. It would be really awesome if I could get some of the originals. Too bad I'm broke, oh well. I need to get the 7th jthm comic anyway. I don't even think about that anymore because I don't go up to HT and see if they have it. Almost 100% of the time they don't.

Anyway, I went with mom up to a former relief society meeting. Dunno what they call it now. Something like enrichment night. All I know is it has to do with church. Anyway, the only reason(s) I went with were because of the free dinner, and they were giving away old stuff that they didn't want anymore. Clothes and what-nots. I had chicken chowmein and a roll. Could have had more but I don't like to eat a lot, especially in front of people. Give me a plate, stick me in a isolated corner and I'll probably eat everything. Another one of my annoying and weird discomforts. As for the give away thing, I picked up a black sash with white dots on it, 3 sewing patterns that I hope to be able to use some day and another bag that I will probably never use. That's ok though because I picked it up to keep the patterns in. Mom said it looked nice so I may ask her if there's anything she would like to do with it. There was also this really nice skirt there, all long and purple, but someone else picked it up before I did. All I can say to that is eh, it was too nice for me anyway and I would probably end up destroying it or leaving it in my closet for the rest of my life. It would do better for someone else.

Tomorrow dad is taking the day off and him and mom are going to oregon to pick up another toy for dad's "baby." He had a trailer made for the jeep. I swear, I hate that thing. It's a jeep thing. Well you know what, I don't give a flying fuck. Jeeps suck. I can't get in the thing without a massive struggle, in skirts or no. Getting in it in a skirt though is the worst. I have to hike it up to my knees and resort to swearing at it when it tries to go higher from my shifting to worm my way in. It leaks in the rain, the transistor radio he had put in constantly tries to give me concussion's, on and on. I can not complain enough about all the problems I get from it. Just thinking about that stupid jeep makes me want to cry and take a sledge hammer to it. And the fact that dad doesn't even use it unless he's camping. IF IT'S HIS FUCKING BABY THEN HE CAN BE THE ONE TO DEAL WITH THE FUCKER! But noooo, he has to take the car. Well fuck you too dad.