Oh, isn't this just swell.

Dear T-mobile,

I hate you with a fiery passion.

Love,
Evie

P.S. I love your customer service. Good job! Keep it up!

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I think that is precisely my problem. Me and my Dad call up customer care, to figure out the cell phone situation (we finally get our upgrades) We talk to sugary-sweet-southern ladies, and they tell us exactly what needs to happen.

In the end, (after much complaining from my Dad) they told us they couldn't do anything for us. We couldn't get any of the phones for under $100. Since I'm on the phone with them on speaker phone, my Dad takes the phone from me, and tells them in a *ahem* ..threatening voice, "Thanks for rewarding our 5 years of payment to you guys!!" So, I take the phone back, and say "Happy Holidays!" ..And hang up the phone.

Ha.

*sip* ahhh.

Nintendo, haircuts, and giordanos. :) My day. Three words. Beat that.

In 6 days it's Christmas. I don't remember how it is was 6 days before christmas last year. But, i'm sure it doesn't compare to this...This year, actually, wasn't that bad. After I got through the major icky-sucky-icky days from last year (which officially ended at the end of December) Life hasn't been half bad.

Anyways.

Christmas wrapping tonight, I think Jess and Matt are coming tonight (sister and hubby) yay!

Sleeping bag

Yesterday, I got my nicest winter jacket...ever.

I guess I was kind of going for a more traditional kind of warm pea-coat sort of thing.

Yeah, that didn't happen.


After much dismay, of looking through the racks upon racks of peacoats -and not finding anything that I liked- I finally decided to go for the sleeping bag look. I really wanted a hood (hey, it gets cold in Chicago, and I wanted to look all 'sweehheet-in-yo-eskimo-face' kind of way. :) Well, anyway, here I am, in Burlington coat factory, crawling between all of the racks, trying on every single one, and running excitedly to the mirror (I really felt like I was in the say yes to the coat tv show) to see if that truly, indeed was 'the one'.

Anyways, I got one. It's down, it's warm, it's black, it's cute as all get-out.


ALSO:

Update on the prayer furnace israel set.

Yeah. I know. I suck at it...worship leading, co/leading, singing, playing piano, anything else you want to call it, I'm not the best. Yeah. The last couple of times of leading, I totally bombed it...I swear. It is one of the most challenging things, I have ever done in my whole life, you are humble-fied/smack-ified every single time you do it, you get to see people's reactions in ways that you never thought would even hit/hurt you as bad as they did. (really, ouch!) I'm already half-way done with my first of year of worship leading, and you know, honestly, I thought I would already be amazing. I thought I would have everything down sooo perfect, that everyone else would be amazed.
Ha! God proved me wrong.

• Thank you God, that everything is in your plan, and that I almost never stick to all of my plans. Thank you Jesus for having a purpose and place for every single that that has been given to me, and everything that has happened to me.

Christmas gifts

Well. Tis the season to give gifts. So. I officially got everyone's Christmas gifts! (yay me!) This year was almost too easy, I ordered everything off the Internet, and just had fun with it.

I got everyone some super sweet gifts too, if I do say so myself. :)

OH! And, tonight I get to get a new winter coat! Yay! I've been trying to pull off the sweatshirt and fleece north face jacket. I don't think I can pretend any longer that it actually is warm. Some things you just need to spend your money on. Haha

This week I've been practicing a lot on the piano, and I'm really hoping that the Israel set goes good tomorrow. I'm so ready to get out of the major stump I've been in. I mean, i'm more embarrassed that I keep on messing up so bad. I should be better at this. *sigh* I gotta be good at something!! lol... I love my team though. They are soo my favorite people ever. And I have only been thrown bucket-fulls of super-grace. Tomorrow is a new day, and if I really focus (and don't have any weirdo sound problems) I think everything should go pretty good! --pray for me. :/

official!

I officially like my new blog template/layout thing a magic!

yay!

I think, I also, 'officially' might get back to blogging everyday. Hold me accountable guys. :)

*whew*

I THINK i'm going to call-age. Now it's not going to be mondays and wednesdays, but instead saturdays. With a crazy professor, who is in love with cats..(according to ratemyprofessor.com) Tomorrow is ANOTHER nasty COMPASS test. (aka, placement test) and some weird student orientation. Then, job finding time.

:/

I got in a fight with my mom today.

I guess it's more of a personal preference when I said to myself that I would never say "I hate you" to my mom..

ugh. I guess the whole dealio was after I got in the car was my Mom said that she never knew that I wanted to go to wilbur wright...even after I mentioned it only every single day for the last 3 weeks that I needed to go there on the 16th to meet with an advisor and register for classes. I sat with them and asked them on which classes I should take first, I freaking studied with them every saturday, and then all of the sudden they want to say that I never asked them about it? And that they never said yes?

Pssssh. Heck no.

*sigh* oh well.

I'm so terrible at this.

I changed my background (finally) but I've been noticing that I suck at everything in life. Blogging would definitely be on the top 100. lolI'm still trying to find a new one...I've never really liked any of them that I've had...:(

Christmas is right around the corner (whoo!) and I'm getting pretty excited about my birthday, which is on the 29th. I am soo freaking determined to have a good birthday this year. Frankly, the last 4 years, have MAJOR BLOWED in the birthday department.

I guess I'm not expecting fireworks on my birthday, or even a couple friends to call me, remember, or get me gifts, or get a party. But some sort of acknowledgment would be nice.

Let's just say, my birthday's usually end up with me crying in the front seat of my sisters car drinking coconut rum straight up in parking lots.

*ahem*

So! Here's a dallop of pledge to myself. I'm not going to take shit from anyone. I'm not going to expect anything. Nada. Nothing. ZIP.




P.S, funny birthday history: ONE birthday, I tried planning my own surprise party, only because it was turning out so terrible, that I convinced my best friend to tell my other friends to 'randomly throw evie a surprise party'. It failed terribly. And it hurt so much more when I knew that my friends weren't my real friends. (except you miss margaroon, forever n' ever!) ANOTHER birthday, (my 10th birthday) I had to kick everyone out of my party, and get in a car because a very close family friend died, we drove to arkansas that night to get to the funeral in the morning. Another birthday, I actually did drink coconut rum with my sister in the car. In the morning my grandma told me she wanted to take me to my favorite restaurant for my birthday, but instead took me to ikea (my least favorite place in the world, lol) and then got in a huge fight with grandpa, making a huge scene where she stomped off, leaving me to go home with my pissed off grandpa. Then, later that night, I was having a party that I threw for myself, and nobody could show up because of a snow blizzard.

chaching.

Oh boy. I haven't blogged in forever.

So, apparently, every single person I know is having a "love" problem. More or less, they're "in love" with somebody that they don't know loves them. Crushes. Or actual love, I don't know, but...

I feel terrible.

I mean, let me say this, I am totally comfortable in my life right now. With almost everything. I'm starting college in January, Christmas is coming (my favorite time of the year) and i'm MOVING OUT in a year and a half. *tic-toc-tic-toc*

Seeing all my friends completely freaking out over these things makes me uncomfortable. This is one of the first/few times I'm ever just plain out simple happy as can be, I have GREAT friends, oh-my-gosh, everyone that i've ever had a problem with EVER is completely resolved, (fine, except two, but I need some SUPER healing there, lol)

I had an amazing time in nashville too. I got to hang out at thunder school, and there was such a strong presence of GOD there that I was totally blown away. And then I realized that my sets at the furnace are NOTHING like that. :(...I mean, to go somewhere for a whole week where everyone in the room is jumping up and down,-yeah, even that 93 year old- you kind of realize what you're missing.

So, resolution: New Songs, and getting closer to God. lol

# 1. Fat people and their skinny jeans.

that's right, I said it.

All fat people secretly want to wear skinny jeans...

AG! The colors!

Okay, so sorry for the colors being weird. But I got it in my head that I could fix my blog, and of course, I failed.

No Tejas for Evie. :(

Turns out,(after my excitement of finding tickets on southwest's website for $160!!) I'm not going to Texas after all.

It's okay. I only started school two weeks early so that I could GO IN DECEMBER, so I wouldn't have to do school while I was there.

It's okay. Me and Marg only planned this since last june so we could go to the sixflags christmas bash STILL using our 2009 season passes.

It's okay I just made JUST ENOUGH money in enough time so I could buy the tickets.

*sigh*

I'm a little dissapointed. I still get to go to nashville in November to go visit my sister and her new hubby. I can get my iPod touch before I go now too, since I don't have to spend my money on a ticket. It always sucks big time when all of these things you were excited about gets twisted around.

There is good part though; One of the major reaons for me not going, is that my parents didn't want me to go til April, (when they're going out of the country) So I could spend two weeks down in the beloved state. TURNS OUT, they said that they would rather just pay for me to go in april. So, I get FREE tickets for april. This also means I can save up some extra money for christmas gifts, whereas I would probably just blow every single cent that I have on that trip. AND, also, I can save more money even so I'll have more spending money in april.

In a way it all works out. Just a big-time-bummer.

:/

Today i'm babysitting again today. 4:30-12 p.m.

Not too excited, but atleast through this I can probably buy my plane ticket to Texas for december, and then start back to square-1 for saving for my iPod touch.

Super sucks.

This made me laugh... a little too hard.

Enjoy :)

60-year-old-creeper

Yeah. I still really really like it, but sometimes it gets a little bit difficult when you do as much as I do *cough cough*

But seriously, I'm up to my nose in all these babysitting job calls i'm getting. It's nice for the money, but i'm definitely noticing some patterns.

One of the most often babysitting jobs, I have a lot of fun, and the kids are really growing on me, and I officially know how every electronic thing in that house works, (that took awhile) BUT, I'm getting terribly creeped out every time I'm there.

At first, me and kids would go sit outside on the porch, and blow bubbles out on the alley. All good, right? Well, unless you got mr. 60-year-old-creeper upstairs, peeking down. We're happily sitting there, and I hear a voice. "Make sure you blow bubbles in Evie's face." huh? I knew he was up there a hour ago, but why would he be paying attention to our conversation?

He started asking me questions like "So, where's Steven and Marie?" (the parents) "When will they be back?" "Are you the babysitter?" I wasn't too creeped out by that, (why should've I been?) I answered carefully, and then shuffled the kids back inside, and locked the door. After all, I was alone for another 7 hours with them. 3 hours later, he knocks on the door, and asks if he can say hi to the four year old through the door (wtf?) Okay. So, I didn't answer. Yeah, In my head I'm going through the million of articles i've seen online of creepy child molesters. haha. Well, anyhoo, that night, my Dad came to pick me up (around midnight) and I walk out on the back porch, and he ran downstairs from his apartment, and said good bye to me. I walked down the rickety stairs, and got in the car, and looked up and he was staring at me from his apartment.

That was two months ago. Ever since then, I'll look into the hallway through the peephole while i'm pacing with the baby, and he's leaning on the wall next to the apartment's door. He lives upstairs. I don't see any other reason, and I think my 'freaking out' is kind of justifiable. I don't go outside with the kids anymore, and I lock all doors till Steven comes home. It works. I'm still okay. But I think i'm going to have to mention it to Marie sometime or another.

:/