What Now?

It's bad here, really bad. I have, in my combined accounts, about $50. It's embarrassing to ask my mom for more help. It feels like, why?

If I explain more, and if I feel better tomorrow, I can't say anything else. I wish I could, but the repercussions are too grave.

Circe

Circe is the name of my car. I name my cars after misunderstood and powerful women from mythology. My first car was named Medea.

Anyway, last Thursday I was leaving SuperTarget (man, have I missed those!) and found that my key would not fully enter the ignition. After a bit of freaking out, I managed to get the car towed and repaired.

Turns out that a tumbler in the ignition had malfunctioned. When I talked to the repair supervisor, he told me that this was more common than I thought, yet still not enough to generate a recall.

So, about $330 later, my car starts. Thank goodness.

P.S. - Why is the spellcheck option not working anymore?

Change

It's time to make a change on my blog. If you notice, I have added my favorite books and updated more of my information. I'm a different girl than the one who started this blog. Sometimes I feel more jaded, and other times I feel more enthusiastic. I'm thrilled to be back in Alabama. We'll see what happens from here.

Valentine's Day

I was thinking of the guys I've loved over the years, and the reasons that I loved them.

1. Jim - No one ever made me feel more beautiful and desired.

2. Brian - He understood me and was calm with me, which kept me calm.

3. Matt - He defended my honor (oddly enough to Brian after we split).

I've dated other guys along the way, and thought that I loved them, but I was never really in love with them.

OK, for one split second with my ex-fiancé, Graeme - there was one day where I was getting ready for work, and I felt that overwhelming feeling of being loved. He was far away, and I don't know for sure if he was thinking of me, but I felt loved. (Plus, once he sent me a card which totally fit ME. I was amazed that he knew me that well. I wish I had known him that well.)

Sympathy

I was just listening to my music, and I ran across this song by Britney. If you choose to listen, you might hear what I hear - the way that she really feels. I guess because I can understand, because I've felt the same way sometimes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UQzHaOG2uI

I'm not allowed to embed the video, but that's cool.

Naive

One of the few things I have left is my naivete. I love it. What frustrates me is when people try to take it away. For example, I'm all excited about tomorrow's rally. It made me feel good to get an email from Ms. Clinton's campaign asking me to RSVP and asking how many guests. I replied. I thought, heck, maybe the security won't be as terrible, or maybe we'll get slightly better seats for the rally.

The response I get from the people I told is, "Oh, no, it doesn't make a difference." You know, I know that, intellectually. But is it so hard to let me have that moment?

So, the question is, how much does it matter to be right?

Dear Hillary

Tomorrow I get to see the former president, Bill Clinton, in person. I am so excited! I expect to see a dynamic speaker who really makes all of us feel informed.

Just a few minutes ago, I checked my email and received one from Hillary Clinton's campaign. It asked that I provide a question for Ms. Clinton's town hall meeting. Below is my message:

Dear Hillary,

What can we do for the students out there who are overwhelmed by crippling debt? These students include more than just those who are receiving their undergraduate degrees. In fact, it seems that that higher level of education that we obtain, the higher our level of debt. Considering that our economy is changing, and evolving into a more service-style market, what will you do to help those of us who cannot get out of this student loan debt?

Sincerely,
Christine

Thoughts?