Friday
Friday morning I woke up around 5:00 a.m. to the sound of about a million helicopters. Fire? No. Accident? No. Criminal on the loose? Sorta. All the noise was for stupid Paris Hilton. I went to work a very unhappy and tired person. Thank god the air conditioning was back on.

That night I baked cupcakes for my sister’s friend’s baby shower. I made both chocolate and vanilla, and both chocolate and buttercream frosting and my sister came over for dinner and helped me frost. The ones for the shower were decorated with store bought sugar booties and baby bottles, and the rejects got jimmies and fondant. They came out really cute.

Saturday
I slept in, then headed out to the Valley for a day of pampering. I got a much needed manicure and pedicure, and my hair cut and colored. When I got home, I finally installed iTunes on my new computer and downloaded one of the songs I keep hearing on the radio every day–Hey Delilah (I could only find the video for Thou Shalt Kill). Of course, I’ll probably still ended up buying the whole album on Amazon, rather than downloading it on iTunes. I need to get out of that habit.

After bumming around a bit, I headed to the Westside to meet up with Jen and her husband to see Waitress. Since I was a few minutes early, I sat down to people watch and noticed Randi and Michael a few yards away. They looked so cute together. We chatted until I spotted my friends and headed to the movie. Which by the way, was amazing. After the movie we had dinner then I came home and couldn’t fall asleep so I watched two hours of Flip That House.

Sunday
I slept in again, went to Target and Trader Joe’s (both of which were empty because everyone was at the Gay Pride Parade, and it was so nice to shop in such uncrowded stores!), then came home for lunch. I decided I’d head over to The Grove to return some stuff to Nordstrom. Sadly, I never made it. On the way down La Brea, I noticed this horribly high-pitched loud noise and thought it was the car next to me. When I turned my radio down, I realized it was coming from my car.

I pulled over, reversed into a parking spot, and the noise stopped. Then when I put it back in drive and went forward, the noise started again. I began crying and called my dad, nevermind that he’s in San Diego and can’t really do anything for me. I ended up calling AAA and having it towed to the repair shop. The AAA guy said he’s 90% sure it has something to do with some part being too tight on my front brakes. Yes, the front brakes I had replaced four months ago. I’ll know for sure tomorrow morning, but I’m hoping that’s all it is. And I’m hoping even more that they’re still under warranty, but of course, the paperwork is in my glovebox.

So the AAA guy took me home, and I’m here wondering if I should continue putting money into my seven-year-old Honda or if I should just give in and buy the CRV.

In other broken news, my six-week-old Bluetooth headset is completely dead, but fortunately still under warranty, and my three-year-old digital camera is dying a slow death. I need to win the lottery.