does this happen in real life?

so you guys my life has been so hilarious lately.  Like a friggin sitcom, I swear.  I kind of have the feeling that I should be upset about some of this, but other than being slightly annoyed, I feel alright with it.  Which is kind of strange...am I like a resigned old person already? (um...yes.) 

Ha no but it started with the flat tire on the way hom from Melrose Tuesday morning.  My Daddy took my little car to get a few new tires yesterday (the spare was bad too, it had a slice in it) and so I was driving the big gold psychadelic van, and my mom was driving my father's shiny black 2002 740il BMW.  I like my Daddy's car.  I mean, I like to ride in it.  But drive it? Noooo.  Last time I drove it I crashed it, and now whenever I so much as THINK about touching that car, I start like hyperventillating.  I CANT do it.  lol.  (By the way, no one tell Dan about this.)

So two pm rolls around yesterday afternoon, and I have to go to work, and guess who took the psychedelic van?  My MOTHER.  I called her eight billion (yes, 8 bil) times, begging her to come home so I could take the van to work, but to no avail.  I looked at the BMW and was like, "ok, I can do this," lol, then I started flipping out and was like, "NO I CANNOT DO THIS"  So I went down to the basement to get my bike.  Lol omg I was like someone out of a friggin black and white comedy.  I couldn't get the bike up the stairs, the tires were flat, I could't find the bike pump, i was like swearing/talking to myself out loud, it was HILARIOUS.  Yes, even I thought it was funny, and i started laughing and was like, "God definately did NOT want me to drive today. Ha." 

So I get on my bike and start leaving for work, and I get like four feet before I realize this is NOT working.  The tires are way too flat, I can't even think aobut riding this bike wihtout inflating them.  But I still couldn't find the pump, and even if I did find it, I wouldn't really know exactly how to use it (its some kind of air compressor my father hooks up to the car, and I didn't lnoww where the cables were either). 

So I was like, "Friggin WHATEVER" and I dropped everything and I ran to work.  Lol.  I am such a weirdo.  All I could think of as I ran was "OMG this is so funny and so unbelievably PATHETIC!!"

But that night I went to sleep over at Boston College, I took the van and the GPS, and everything went smoothly as could be.  Skye's awesome, we didn't have to talk to Dan (other Dan), we watched the Office, it was great.  I told her all about all the stupid stuff that happened last week, and we laughed and I was like, "Yeah, its totally over now.  I feel it.  No more stupid stuff."

This morning I went out to the psychadelic van (which I parked in the Boston College upper lot overnight, where I always leave it) and found a parking ticket and a sign, "TO BE TOWED" sitting on my windshield.  I was like, "CRAP!" jumped in, and drove away.  Lol.  Life is just so friggin hilarious. 

Currently Listening We Don't Need to Whisper By Angels and Airwaves see related

WHAMMM!!!

Haha guess what?!?!  I go a flat tire on my way home from Melrose this morning (I slept there last night, and will again tonight, i'm going to have anxiety on my way there/home with the spare on) and was almost late for my Air Forceinterview!!  Think it went well though.  Can't be positive, but hey B, i got your message, sorry I never called back, and that I'm such a jerk...Amanda invited me to the superbowl party though, and I'm so there.  Is it okay if I invited Dan??  He was planning on inviting us, so I was like, well, we actually have our own thing...he asked if ther would be hot girls and i said most definately...then he wanted to know if there would be any girls other than us, lol, and I said no (jk i said i didn't know, he'll have to be suprised)

So Dan is refusing to come to Texas with me, and I am refusing to go to Pittsburg with him.  I don't want to go, damnit, so I won't.  I know what's going to happen---last time it was me, him, and Chris hanging out together in a confined space, i almost killed both of them, and then jumped out of a moving car into Lex center in the middle of the night.  Lol, Bridge, Dan was like, "Come with me," and I said, "No." 

"Why not?  I thought we were cool."

"We are.  But if I go to Pittsburg (basically the ugliest city in the world) with you and Chris, I know you guys are going to go around looking for chicks, and I'm going to be left alone to be attacked by a million friggin engineering dorks."

"We'll stick together, girl hunting is better in packs." (*Wolf howls in the background*...omg)

"Yeah, 'cept I'm not really all that into the 'girl hunting' thing, remember?"

"Right.  that's ok, I'll stay with you."

"No you won't.  You'll leave me so fast my head will spin.  I'll be all friggin alone for four days and what happens if you guys start pullin ghte same stuff you did at the Playoff game party?"  (I can't get out of the car somewhere in Pennsylvania and really expect to run home okay.)

SO THEN HE GOES:  "So bring Bridget."

Lol I just laughed and said, "No. Bridget doesn't want to come."

"How do you know?  You haven't even asked her."

HA! So I said straight up, "Because number one, she has school, and number two, she hates Chris with a passion."

Why do I always say whatever comes into my mind?  I frggin tell Dan friggin everything.  Of coruse, B, he knew this before, but bringing it up again made this conversation like ten years longer, and totally ruined his workout (he was on his way to the Y) I know it.  (Speaking of workout, he totally pinned my cousin--remember Jimmy Fodera, B?  the large and extremely muscley one?--at wrestling yesterday, but Jim gave Dan a black eye, so the family honor's still in tact.)  Yeah so after that he said something about those damn italians and I gave him some crap about the friggin Scottish people, and then we hung up.  I feel bad though (about the whole Pittsbug thing, not about the Scottish comment.  He deserved that.  Oh and BTW I love Scottish peole, in case you were wondering.)  Why do i have to be so rediculous?  Damnit.

I can't believe you guys still read this crap.

Chris wrote this a long time ago

if college is only a pot hole on the road to eternity, then why do i care so much? american society is pretty cruel to youth turning the corner to adulthood. people who have been working for twenty years wish they were back in school or retired. people in school don't want to be there. people in retirement wish they were young again. does the person who dies with the most stuff really win the game of life? maybe its the guy who learned as much as possible and was really smart. is there something greater to live for? some will joke and say thursday night television. others will seriously say yes. some will ignore and continue the daily routine to nowhere.

i know, i know!! pick me!! i think i know the answer.

its love, you guys.  ding ding.  its LOVE.

GO PATS!!!

Why do New Englanders always say "Go Pats?"  wouldn't it be way cooler if we said, "Go 'Riots"??  I mean, it makes just as much sense...and it sounds way cooler. 

By the way I have a new love of my life, since Eddie and I broke off our engagement (he has a girlfriend!! named Monica...cute...I wanna meet her so i can give her a hug and say something embarassing about Eddie and my sister, or something along those lines...lol...too bad Eddie has WAY more dirt on me than I do on him...damn)  It's LENA, the little girl I nanny for.  Her older brother, who's 5, is kind of obnoxious, not gonna lie.  I saw a picture of his two teenage girl cousins on teh fridge today, and I was like, "Evan, your cousins are beautiful" and he was like, "Yeah, they look SO much better than you do, kara".  lol I was literally heartbroken--cuz little kids always tell teh truth, don't they? (DONT THEY!!)  But anyway lena made me laugh all day today....despite her brother.  She was playing with my new earrings (she's 2, btw, and ADORABLE) and she goes, "Kara, you know what?  You're really cool" and I was like, awwww!!!!!!!  A little while later she goes, "I'm a scary monster and I'm gonna eat you!!' then she literally swoops over (lol, Bridge, SWOOPS!!) and takes a bite out of my shoulder!!!  i was like, "OW Lena...wow, so how do I taste?"  lol she just smiles at me, thinks a second, and then says, 'you taste sweet!"  loL!!!  then her brother was like, "you're ugly" and I cried....lol just kidding.

what else is new?  i got an hour long lecture in italian the other day by my grandmother about not joining the police, which i guess is what my father told her cuz he couldn't explain what i'm really doing in Sicilian dialect...lol her reasoning was alright I guess but the alternatives were grim.  She started in by saying, "you can't join the police, you wan tto get married, don't you?"

"Si Nona, e vero"

"But when you're married aren't you going to want to be at home with you husband?"

"Si, Nona."

"The police is no job for you.  You have to be up at all hours of the night.  You travel all around the world, you don't want that, do you, when you could be safe at home?"

I just stared at her.

"You need to get a normal job, where you can sit down so you don't get tired.  Waitressing is alright, but you're always walking around (which is why I wanted to be a waitress, and then play with little kids).  You need to get a nice job at the bank, like your cousin Anna...shes the manager at a bank in Napoli (lol which is blatantly not true...we all tell her she's the manager at a bank in Naples....but little does she know shes actully some kind of computer something) and she does just fine!"

Lol I told my mother and she laughed just as hard as I did, because I remember when I was a ballet dancer, and Nona was always trying to get me a job at the bank.  Shed make pasta for us, and when I'd refuse to eat it, I'd tell her I had to stay thin for ballet, and she'd get so mad and be like, "WORK AT THE FRIGGIN BANK, YOU CAN EAT ALL THE PASTA YOU WANT!!"  i don't even like pasta!! 

"There's money at the bank," my mother joked with an evil glint in her eye, "Maybe if you're lucky, you could roll around in it."

Currently Listening The Blues Brothers: Original Soundtrack Recording By The Blues Brothers Rawhide see related

My last resort

Desperate for something, anything, to take my mind off of the matters at hand, I, Kara Bologna, have resorted to the long forgotten, ancient hisorical method of procrastination loved and practiced with an unhealthy ritualized compulsiveness in the "good old days" (aha, ahem) of LHS...

writing in my xanga.

As you have probably guessed by now, after reading that incredibly long and borderline meaningless sentence (see above) I don't actually have anything to say.  I hate one of my jobs (luckily I have three) and I don't want to go to work on Tuesday.  I may just get fired, but that would be embarassing, and I'd rather keep working there miserably and saving up enough money to...what was that I wanted to do again?  WHAT go to SCHOOL WHAT WHAT??  Oh and about those SATIIs, and those college applications...

what do you think commonapp.com would do if I sent them an entery from my xanga?