Diary Entry #2
So, today is a Saturday. Saturday the 9th of September. The weather is slightly overcast with a slight breeze, and sunny spells are to come later on in the day. I say that because I'm watching the weather channel right now. Just a bit of television before I go over to my mother's. It's her fifty fourth birthday and she's having a little buffet party thing arranged by my sister. I'd love to help out, but I am appalling when it comes to planning things and being organised. That's what my sister's good at.
I'm looking forward to going round there, because it'll be fun. Telling jokes and playing dumb card games and watching the comedy shows together in the evening. I'm guessing that sounds really dull to you. Because it is. But as I've mentioned numerous times, my life is really boring, so for me to have the chance to do something which differs from my usual day to day life is really nice. And I've also bought my mum a very high resolution photograph of New York City. It's a black and white vertical A2 poster with a grey frame around it. It's actually rather nice. Not something I'd personally hang up on the wall, but that's because I'm not one for black and white. Lowers the mood subconciously, I've always thought. My mother loves them though, so as long as she likes it, that's all that matters. Don't ask me what my sister's bought her. Could be anything. But my sister's closer to my mother than I, so I'm sure she was fine with knowing what to buy.
So as I said, I'm currently watching the television. One quick look at my black wristwatch and the time reads 15:03. Well, it reads 3:03. It's an analog watch.
I'm wearing a blue oxford shirt with darker blue jeans, my black wristwatch of course, my usual grey socks and I have my hair slightly less messy than I usually do. I don't think anyone bothers asking me to "smarten up" my hair anymore, because I just mess it up. I think it suits me, but I don't know. I think so long as I'm wearing the appropriate attire I can get away with it. Anyway, I'm due to be at my mother's for 15:45 and she lives 30 minutes away. With it now being 5:05, I think I'd better top up on my aftershave, get my bag and head off. It's better to be early than late.
Okay, so I'm out of the flat and in my car. My beautiful Mazda MX5 I told you all about. My bag in the passenger's seat, my windows rolled down (as it's quite warm, despite being cloudy) and the CD "Wonderland" being played. I don't know if I've mentioned before, but I have a massive obsession with this band called McFly. You might know them, you might not know them, or you might now be thinking of Back To The Future. So, with the music playing and my keys in the ignition, I headed to my mother's.
10 minutes had gone, and everything was fine. I'd gotten up to track 5 on the album. Track 5 was my favourite song of all time. If you haven't listened to 'I Wanna Hold You', I really think you should. You're missing out on some amazing guitar. I'd done my windows up now because, despite what the weather said, it was now raining. A lot. And yes, I told you all in the last diary entry that I loved rain. I meant it, I do. But not when I'm going to my mother's birthday buffet in my car without a coat. The 20 metre walk from my car to the front door will almost certainly ruin my hair and soak my clothes. And you know what? There's more good news. As soon as I mentioned the weather ruining my clothes, the petrol light comes on. Low petrol. 20 minutes away and I'm going to fucking break down. Emotionally and literally.
The car was slowing down so I had to pull to the side of the road. Putting on my hazard lights, I sat there. Actual tears were coming down my face. I was so stressed and annoyed and if only I'd of seen the petrol metre sooner. That's the one problem with me. When I'm listening to a band I really like, I get distracted from everything else (other than driving because that's kind of hard to miss) and just focus on the singing and music. So yes this is all my fault before you think otherwise.
You're probably all thinking how dumb I am for getting so worked up. It's my mum. She'll understand. She'll be okay if I'm late. No, she won't. I kind of need to make a good impression because I haven't seen her in about 15 years.
Yay for breaking down.
