She wants a car that will get her there. She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen. She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler La Baron.

Happy Sunday everyone. In a little more than 24 hours, I have to go home, and I'm not pleased about that fact.

We went to the beach today. I think it's interesting how I forget how much I freaking love the beach until I'm there and I'm like WHOOO!!! BEACH!!!! And then I forget again. Until the next time I go.

I've spent entirely too much money since I've been here. Call it retail therapy. But I've gotten some fabulous, fabulous shoes.

I don't want to go home. I'm pretty sure you've deduced that, but really? It's almost painful how much I don't want to go home. I like it here. Maybe because it's not there, I don't know.

We went to Savannah yesterday, and it was ridiculously cool. I don't know that I've ever actually stopped in Georgia. I know I've been though it, on the way to Florida, but I don't think I've ever actually been anywhere there, except maybe a rest area. It was humid, but it was so. . .alive. I know I live in a tourist town, so there are people from Florida meandering around all the time, but most of the people in the area in which I live are old. Sure, there were old people in Savannah, but it was a younger crowd. The next place in which I live needs a higher percentage of a younger demographic. It's a little frustrating sometimes, because there really and truly aren't a lot of people my age where I live. I'd like people that can relate to me more. Maybe without kids. Because although I'm fond of my friends with children, I can't relate to my friends with children. Because I don't. . .have children.

Random little vent here that no one except my twin in PA will get. . .I take part in this message board, and I have for quite a while. I actually got banned from it a couple of years ago, but I managed to rejoin, and I've behaved myself more or less since then. Anyway, there's this girl on there that absolutely drives me crazy. I don't know exactly why she drives me so crazy, but I don't think the other board regulars are too fond of her either. Anyway, she made this post the other day (or maybe it was today?) talking about what a klutz she is. She ended it saying something like, "Someone ask me about the incident with the sliding door in Florida. Because I'll tell you."

My question here is, why doesn't she just tell the story? I'm really, really, really hoping no one asks her for the story. Because I'm mean, I guess.

If not for the fact that I've already decided that my Next Big Move will most assuredly take me farther north, I'd consider living in this area. Although, the thought of hurricanes freaks me out, too. Also, it's humid.

But it's really pretty and higher class than the area in which I live. My town is. . .well, you've got your elite that have nice houses on the side of big mountains, but in general, it's not a particularly prosperous area. And it shows.

So we'll be heading out tonight (I'm going to wear a pair of my new shoes!) and see what we can come across. Maybe I'll go down to Parris Island and try to pick up a Marine or two.

Actually, no. My brother's a Marine, and I don't think I'd date one.