Eighty-Eighth Entry

Today I thought of a great storyline for a movie.

I tried to do my taxes today. It is so hard filling out the 1040 form. I have always just used the 1040EZ, but now that I have Student Loan Interest I can deduct, I have to fill out either the 1040A or the 1040. I really dont know what the difference is between the two, but it must be something. Itemized this, credit that. It's all Czech to me.

My cousin Rodrigo is spending the night at my house tonight. We went out and ate at Togos in Visalia. It was as good as I remember. Last time I ate there was like two weeks ago in San Leandro...right around the last time I saw and heard from Louis. I am convinced that his disappearance has to do with either his election to the School Board or Jen. I'm glad he has found happiness. But that doesn't mean he can ignore 3 messages! Just kidding.

We rented Goldmember tonight. I was reluctant to rent it because I had already seen it, but my cousin hadn't. It was still funny. Lots o' Laughs. My cousin pointed out something in the movie that I hadn't and should've noticed before. In the scene where they are chasing Goldmember and accidentally run into Godzilla(but not really) there was a Pokemon character running in front of it. Charmander! I was surprised to see that.

I was supposed to practice piano today, but I didn't. Shame on me. The longer I don't practice the piano, the nastier things will get for me in class. Yes, I said nastier. That is one quirk(of the many) of the professor in Piano. She likes to say nasty. Not in a nasty way(like "Ms. Jackson, if you're nasty"), but in a more innocent way(like "Gee Rose-Marie, that sure was a nasty twister.")

I got a call from Lisa on Thursday. I was glad that she called. I'm always glad when she calls. I sure am going to miss her when she goes to China.

Amy called me on Friday night. I too was glad to hear from her. She still hates work(I can totally sympathize). She told me how to peel an avocado. I am always glad when Amy calls too.

Last night, my cousin Paula had a BBQ. I was there, my aunt and cousin were there. It was a lot of fun. I took a green salad(with avocado). We played an interesting game called gender-bender. It was a fun game, but it is definitely for an older crowd. A 15 year old and an 11 year old should not be playing. After that we played Pictionary and loved it.

I have noticed that most of my blogs have some sort of squishy thoughts and stuff. So, I have decided to warn you when the blog entry is about to get squishy with this disclaimer: "WARNING: This blog entry is about to get emotional. Any similarities to any events or persons, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. Any harm or damage done to a readers emotional and mental state is not the fault of the blogger because IT AIN'T HAPPENING TO YOU!!" What do you think?

"WARNING: This blog entry is about to get emotional. Any similarities to any events or persons, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. Any harm or damage done to a readers emotional and mental state is not the fault of the blogger because IT AIN'T HAPPENING TO YOU!!"
I have been thinking a lot about how I am, yet again, going to be alone for Valentine's Day. Depressing, depressing, depressing. Depressing, depressing, depressing. Depressing, depressing, depressing. I can't help thinking that I could have had a special someone to share Valentine's Day with. Picture it...

I would call her the night before Valentine's Day and tell her to pack for a little road trip. Nothing special, I would say. I would pick her up from her house at 7am the following morning and present her with a dozen red roses. I would tell her, "There aren't enough roses in the world, to express how much I love you."
We would get into my car and she would ask, "Where are we going?" To which I respond, "It's a surprise."
I would make the drive up to Lake Tahoe where the air is a crisp 35 degrees and there is still snow on the ground. I turn off the highway and head down a dirt road through the heavily wooded forest to a remote, yet well-kept lakeside cabin. The view of the lake and mountains from the cabin is breath-taking.
I would help her out of the car and tell her that the luggage can wait. I would produce the key to the cabin and slowly open the door. Inside, a fire is already going in the fireplace, and there are hundreds upon hundreds of red roses in various locations throughout this two room cabin. The scent of roses strong, yet not overpowering. She is extremely happy and instantly starts to tearup. I shut the door and lead her to the sofa across from the fire. We just lay there in each others arms, telling each other how much we love one another. We both fall asleep peacefully, comforted in the thought that we will always and forever have one another.

Depressing, isn't it. This is a little fantasy I had at work this week. And notice there is no sex in it! Depressing, depressing, depressing. I could cry.