damn you, wmnf. damn you eleventh hour. damn you and your hundred dollar guest spot. damn my empty bank account. yes, that's right, empty. why's that? oh. because i LOCKED MY KEYS IN MY CAR AT WALMART AT FOUR THIRTY THIS MORNING AND HAD TO CALL A LOCKSMITH. we had gone to walmart because we were staying at the new apartment in oldsmar (a hop and a skip to dave sharon and amanda) and i had to call my dad so i wouldn't be in trouble, and he to call his mother. because a belt in his car had snapped and his car was therefore immobile. i called the locksmith and while we waited we tried to break in ourselves. he tried the antennae and dropped it inside (he was reaching for the keys, i thought he was going for the lock..). the locksmith popped it open with a paint scraper and a glorified hanger in two point five minutes. i forked over fifty dollars. it only occured to me now that i should have tipped him. i don't know if i should have.. but he did perform a service. i have his card. HA! TOO BAD I HAVE NO MONEY [no today i went bobbing for groceries and was given the left over twenty]

the locksmith is trained to do these things! but for less, we could have gone inside walmart and bought tools for less and done it ourselves. and broken something. so, the locksmith is trained! or, i could have called my brother and i'm sure he could have done as easy or has a copy of my key or something.. but i probably would have had to pay him.. at least the car is no longer a swamp and would probably do just fine with an air freshener or six.

consequently we slept through any [if at all] alarms this morning and he missed his makeup test [the volunteer hours but he probably would have missed them anyway] and was late for work.

on the other hand, we saw two owls, a deer, a cat, found a broken purse strap, walked in the middle of the road- the penis dialogue s went well [except i said duckie instead of dickie twice and said the man with four heads only had three]. my senior project teacher, ms kazelah, was there. i saw her hair and then saw her name on the list and knew that i knew it from somewhere.. no, it couldn't be! but it was. it was funny. "ms. kazelah, do you remember me? sara w-x? i was in your class like. two years ago." her surprised reaction got bigger. "yeah, yeah, i do! do you work here?" "uh.. no.. actually, i'm in the show." all her friends started laughing. i sang a song about masturbation in front of my teacher. hah. and i invited an eldery woman from the restaurant to the show, too. i mentioned that i wasn't too worried about the humor of older people at our show (most of the audience at the penis dialogue s were older folk and most were quite pleased) but the show is at midnight, and that's a little unheard of. however, she said, "oh, that's just the start of the evening, sometimes i call a friend at ten o'clock and say 'let's do something, i'm bored.'" i'm like, hey, i love when older people turn out to be fun older people, why don't you come to the show. stephanie the new wacky nineteen year old gainesville student busgirl (sunday we will be a team and we get yelled at together, yay) will be there friday, too.

these are never supposed to be so long. it's two thirty now. i may have moved my clock forward in that time. tomorrow is work and brad's birthday and elise and i are nerds [but when i go and get my car key copied i will give a copy to her and nick i think, for my own safety but also because my relationships with each of them warrant such things].

the only things in my life i really have to be upset about are things involving money. and something says those are not things to be upset about. i will do what i can {which honestly is more than i have been doing) and i will wait. cause if i mark this early evening as zero and start from there, i'm doing better already. yeah i can't start over every five minutes. but it has to take eventually.