It's a kind of sad story with a happy ending kind of day

I'm just going to get right to the point: When I went to put on my usual jeans this morning...they had a hole in the butt. How in the hell did my jeans get a hole in the butt!?!? I had to resort to my old jeans that drive me nuts. Seriously, my $90 hollister jeans have a HOLE IN THE BUTT!! WTF!? Well Amanda's pregnant so I'll probably get alot of clothes from her again soon. How does this have a happy ending? I already told Taylor my theory about my fave shirt having a hole in it. It's sad that it's dead, but I'm happy because I can go clothes shopping! Yay new jeans!


My step dad is damn persistent when it comes to tearing the siding off the house (as you can see here). We plan on getting the walls insulated sometime this week, then putting new siding on sometime this year. So my house will look pretty ghetto (and shiny considering the insulation is silver) for a while. The neighbors are just loving it. My step dad let me keep the aluminum things on the corners of the house; I can take them in to Omni Source for a few bucks (that's about it but that's more than I had before).

I called my real dad yesterday and gave him all the information for my car so he can call Secretary of State today and see how much it's going to cost to get my car going so we can drive it and I can get a job! Yay cheap Hollywood climatic buildup! I can't wait. If he lets me drive without my license, at least to school, then I can stay at his house longer, making my life that much more easier! Also, I can pay my sister back now, especially since I've come across some money. I just have to figure out exactly how I'm going to do everything.

I wore my gladiator sandals to school today. I feel good when I wear them :]. OH! And, Kyle and I made plans to go to the Great Wall on Friday. I had such a taste for sushi yesterday I thought I was going to die. My Gold Award Ceremony went well. I had to shake a million hands and somehow, I must have known the photographer because every time she saw me she said "Oh, hey, Melissa!" and she put me right in front and in middle. So our paths must have crossed before. I forgot how hard it was to keep a smile on for so long while there were a million flashes of light in front of me. It was crazy and my speech was terrible. I was so nervous I kept losing my spot and having to improvise. Thank God I'm so good at humor relief, I put some into the very last part and the applause and laughter was what I needed to get off stage alive.