19 November, 2001 - 11:17 p.m.

Such an awful lot has happened since I wrote my last couple of entries, and suffice it to read, I've done my fair share of drive-by entries.

This unfortunately is just another one of those. It's only because I keep promising myself that I'll get me into bed a couple of hours earlier than usual, so that maybe I can wake up one morning and not feel like hurling my darned alarm clock against the wall. But the joke's on me, 'cause no matter how early I go to bed, let's face it, if you don't want to get up - you don't want to get up.

Have to admit, though, everything's a lot more bearable after a shower. I'm not in my frazzled and just fallen out of bed state anymore. My brain functioning properly on the other hand, is a bit of an ask. Actually, it's a lot of an ask. So I guess I've just saved everyone from putting ourselves through a re-enactment of the Spanish Inquisition, huh?

Enough of the idle chitchat, though. Quick run down of the weekend .. hmm, let's see. Friday night I .. I stayed home and watched a movie or tv or .. something. I really can't remember.

Is it bad that my memory is totally slipping away from me at the ripe old age of almost 19? There's just something slightly (alotly :*) disconcerting about it, that's all.

Saturday morning I woke up bright and early in order to go and look at a couple of cars I'm interested in purchasing. I'm downright sick of driving a car that takes me no less than $80 to fill up. And that's only if it's a good week and I'm not driving from Timbuctoo to the middle of nowhere.

This shopping opportunity really nailed down the fact that I am not a patient person. By about 10am, and only having seen two cars, I was just so sick and tired of being given the sales pitch, that I told the guy that I'd take the damn thing. At least it shut him up, right? The only thing with purchasing a car is (and please forgive me for pointing out the obvious) that unless you have all the money that you need to pay upfront for the car, you can't just get them to wrap it up, pop it in a bag, and hand you your change and the receipt. You will need to come back for it at a later date, and you will need to bring with you a bank cheque, and you will need to bring along an extra person.

It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't decided to buy a car from a person who lives practically ¾ of an hours drive away.

And don't even get me started on the hassles I had with the bank today. Ugh.

Saturday afternoon was better. I spent the day down at my favourite little hangout with a book and a picnic lunch. I felt very .. Reese Witherspoon in Cruel Intentions'ish. Unfortunately, no Ryan Phillipe came along to try and seduce me.

Wish I could say I was bummed, but good old Harry Potter and his zany adventures were so totally cheering me up. Well, were cheering me up until I decided that I'd give he-who-won't-speak-to-me a call to see if he'd changed his mind since last week.

I know. I am weak. Rub it in, why don't you.

But that conversation ended in all of about 30 seconds, and surprisingly (in a good way, that is) I felt okay afterwards.

A friend called up and asked if I wanted to go clubbing with them that night to celebrate another guy's birthday. Normally I would have considered it, then put it aside as something that I couldn't be bothered hauling myself off my slack ass to do. But I was all eager beaver to go, and before long, I'd made my way home and cranked up the tunes, and was bopping my way into a fabulous Saturday night.

And it was fabulous. It was me, the music, and the dance floor having this full on love affair right infront of hundreds of people. I loved it.

It was the setting of a great time, with great people, in a great atmosphere.

And it's happening again this weekend!

Now if only it weren't only just Monday night ..