One of the worst weekends ever...

Yeah this is one of those times when I don't really feel like writing a lot so I'm just gonna be quick here.
Family locked out of house
Locksmith can't pick lock
Car breaks down
Amber's drink melts
Car not gonna be fixed till Tuesday
Washing machine breaks (everything seems to break at the same time)
I drive my mom's mustang up to school and some idiot on his phone slams on his brakes for no reason WHEN ITS RAINING! So I obviously slam on my brakes behind him and I of course start to fishtail. Almost lose control. Almost completely spin. In the middle lane. Lucky I wasn't in accident.
Computer deletes all my preferences (but I fixed this...my fault. gah).

I guess I'm lucky I didn't almost die yesterday. Friday night was good. Saturday NIGHT was good. Just all the time around that...I'm lucky lucky lucky. It just seems that everything always hits you at once.

Date

So last night I went on a date (?). I think it was a date haha. And it was fun. Coffee and talking and nice. And I just wanted to say it here :)

American Literature - Lisel Mueller

Poets and storytellers
move into the vacancies
Edward Hopper left them.
They settle down in blank spaces,
where the light has been scoured and bleached
skull-white, and nothing grows
except absence. Where something is missing,
or furniture in a room
stripped like a hospital bed
after the patient has died.
Such bereft interiors
are just what they've been looking for,
the writers, who come with their baggage
of dowsing rods and dog-eared books,
their uneasy family photographs,
their lumpy beds, their predilection
for starting fires in empty rooms.

Sometimes I read things and I get the urge to write a novel, or a poem, a song or a story. Anything to express my thoughts. But then I realize that I'm really not good at that. I've been good at that. I'm not really sure what happened, but at some point I lost it. And I miss it. I have all these thoughts and feelings and I can't figure out how to express them. What am I supposed to do?

I don't know anymore.

Spot the Kangaroo

I might go to Australia this summer.

My great aunt Eloise died today and I am sad. We weren't that close personally, but it's having an effect on the family as a whole. Prayer please.