2003-09-17 ~ 10:32 p.m.

What's that for again?

There is nothing quite like having your vehicle die when half a dozen people are counting on you for rides. There is that moment of disbelief, followed by despair, then hope which eventually dissolves into acceptance. Luckily for me, my wonderful boyfriend was there to help fix it. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been there. I am very vehicle stupid. I know there are certain parts in a car, but haven't really got a clue what most of them do. Makes it rather hard for me to figure, nevermind fixing, problems with my car. Somehow technology and I don't seem to get along tha well.
I hate being a "princess", being a joke to people. Being a ditz. Sometimes it doesn't bother me, and other times, people say Princess like you'd said Bitch. It's not really a good thing. Which is kind of funny since I was just thinking I am having self-esteem problems, espacially about my apparance, since I've been breaking out lately. That sounds very much like a dumb ditzy princess thing to say doesn't it? I give up. I'm going to shut-up and go now before I make even more of an ass of myself.

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