I had a horrible drive home thursday night. I was at work, scheduled to get off at 8:30pm which seems to be my usual time lately. Around, 6pm on my break, I looked out the window and saw the sky covered in clouds. It wasn’t dark, just clouds scatted across the sky. I thought it was nice, and went back into the room to let some know how cloudy and nice it seemed outside.

It wasn’t until around 8p we heard thunder, then rain against the windows. I started whining to go home, but we were busy, and I had 30 minutes to go, so I stayed. When it turned 8:30, I checked out, got my stuff and went out. It was a couple feet to my car, and I got SOAKING wet. Horrible! I don’t mind getting wet, it was kind of nice actually, however, I just wanted to get home. So I drive out the parking lot, go down the street, realize I can’t see ANYTHING because it was just pouring. It was the first time I was going 20mph on the 35mph street.

I manage to finally get on the ave and begin driving down, only to notice its flooded!!! There is water EVERYWHERE.. going NOWHERE!! I continue to drive, until Im stopped by a car infront of me that simply cannot move. Once I get around him, I find myself in a sticky, erase that.. WET situation. Water is getting deeper! I can’t seem to get past 10-15mph, and I’m just driving along seeing cars get stalled in the rain, in the middle, sides.. everyone on the road. I just knew I was next.

So I finally turn on my ave that goes down to my house, and I’m just following the car infront of me mostly because I can’t see anything, and because he’s following the one infront of him, so on and so forth. We were in a line, trying to stay in the middle of the road (despite that it was the turning lane) and just trying to make it. Every cross ave was flooded! It was terrible. At one point my car stalled a lot, I thought it was going to go off.. but my baby didn’t! I just never stopped.

I didn’t realize how much I love and value my car until I got home. I think I kissed the steering wheel. It was my first time driving at night in those conditions, something I wish to never experience again with my car. And after all that, I open my car door, only to find that I had left some of my skirt on the outside of my closed door. What a night, eh?

For some time now I’ve been looking for an apartment to move out of my mother’s appartment, get my own independence, turn 21 and drink like crazy! Not really, but somewhat true. Anyway, I found an apartment not long ago, and a co-worker was looking for a roommate, so we decided to find a place together. We found this huge 2 bedroom apartment, really close to work (about a mile!) at a very afordable price.

So tomorrow morning we’re meeting up to go sign a lease and put our deposit, then just wait for the big move in date which is the 15th!!! 9 DAYS AWAY! Its amazing, I finally will be free from all the bullshit at home. Today I went bed shoping, and put down a deposit for a 5-peice bed set, sized queen, with a headboard that I love :)

I can’t wait for the 15th, to move in and begin to paint and make it all pretty in my room. Our first task is early in the morning on the 15th, barge in with all types of cleaners and get the kitchen and bathroom really clean and scrubbed. We want it to be spotless and germ free for us. :) I’ll probably have to work that day, and Im glad I really don’t have a bunch of stuff to move in so it should be quick for me. On the other hand, Mayra (my roommate!) has the couches and bed to worry about. It’ll be a long day for her.. tee hee!

I hate doctors. I hate nurses. I hate sick people. I hate having to go to check-ups. I hate scales. I had been thinking about visiting the doctor for a couple of months now, seeing as how my TRICARE insurance is about to run out, and I have almost compeltely my deductible for it (In fact, the check-in nurse said today I only had 9 dollars left on it) and so, alas, I looked online and booked an appointment for a Family Practice doctor in my area that takes Tricare.

I arrive, wait for a while (My appointment was at 10am, but they had me come in at 9:30am to do paperwork, new patient procedures) and once I was allowed to go past the big white door, I was faced with the scale. The evil mechanical being of all times, that gives you a numeric value of all those chips and sodas you’ve stuffed in your life, and you lack of excersice you’ve done, as well as the ammount of time you’ve sat on your ass playing nothing but compuer games. Sigh! Other than that, I seemed pretty healthy. No pain anywhere, nothing unusual. But of course I was sent to do labs. Can’t wait to see the results of that!

Lets just hope tomorrows apointment with the OB/GYN is better… :(

I usually NEVER buy games, in fact, I don’t remember ever paying for a game, but I heard such good reviews about the Orange Box, and how I needed to buy it because Ian wanted me to play Team Fortress 2 with him, that I finally just went to Wal-Mart last night and got it! When I opened the box (which was hard as hell, damn security tape!) and looked inside to find 2 Discs and a single peice of paper with the controls of the game, I was a bit.. dissapointed. I expected a CD per Game, and I don’t know, more reading content.

That all changed once I installed the games. First I started with Portal, which LAGGED like hell, so I got off of it and started up HL2, and it wasn’t that laggy (After setting everything to Low and a 800×600 res) and I began to play. I got into the Gordon Freeman character right away, excited about jumping around and exploring. Of course, the first thing I did was pick up a can and throw it at a guard. It was all fun! Then I began to actually play the game. I don’t quite understand whats going on story-line base, but so far so good. I already died once, damn bombs!