Guilty As Charged

A happy St. Patrick’s Day to you all, being neither Catholic nor Irish, I am not wearing any green. Although, I don’t know that I even own anything green, even if I wanted to.

When my older brother was on his mission, he use to include songs to listen to while reading his letters and I have included for your enjoyment, my very own mix tape for you to listen to while you read this blog. Please mind that it is extremely emo, mostly because I made it late at night, and without permission.

The weekend has sadly come and gone, but luckily, we have a short week this week, and next as we get to celebrate Good Friday, as well as the almost all but gone, Easter Monday. (Sometimes it does pay to work in an old office.) Here’s hoping we can get through the next four days without too many incidents.

So, I got this on Friday night.

Yes, you read that correctly, a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt. Earlier this month, I laid in bed and listened as the police chief told radio listeners that the police would be targeting seatbelt wearing this month. I made a mental note and escaped half the month without any ticket.

By now you have all figured out I don’t wear my seatbelt, but please don’t think it isn’t because I want to. My car has just chosen to break little by little including my driver’s seatbelt. Trust me when I say I wear it everywhere else that I am. Remember the story with the guy with orange hair, who got mad at me for wearing my seatbelt? (If you don’t know the story, too bad, it really is a good one.)

You will never believe it, but guess who I got an actual, live, telephone call from? Internet Boyfriend! I know! I thought he was as good as dead as well. He called to tell me that “a bunch of us” were going to play Fugitive at the University later that night.

I didn’t say much, gathered the information and never showed up. I am not really the outdoors, running around girl, besides last time they played someone called the cops on them, and with my already outstanding ticket, I didn’t think I should get in anymore trouble with law enforcement.

Sunday, we were back to our normal selves as we passed in the hall without so much as a head nod. I like to think it is because my physical beauty makes it difficult for him to speak to me in person. Here’s hoping to one day find someone that can talk to me with all forms of communication.

Just trying to get by today.