Come through the milk cooler with me

Quite sorry about the past couple days, I've been so busy. So, Friday, my breaks went out on my car. Nothing extreme, just the fact that I was behind a vehicle at a stop light with my foot firmly on the break and my car suddenly lurched forward. Probably no more than an inch or two, but enough to scare me with me knowing that I had told the car to stop and it was now moving. It eventually caught itself, but I had had it. Steve refuses to let me drive to work. Luckily, he's been on his days off. He's been driving me to work everyday.
However; he returns to work tonight. Therefore, I have to drop him off at work at 10, then I'll drive to work at 7am in which he gets off and he'll take the keys from me and drive home only to pick me up from work at 4pm.
The day after my breaks went out, Steve took me to the car dealers in town. We test drove quite a few, but settled on a 2010 Ford Focus. It's about $15,000 which is about $8,000 more than what I was looking at, but Steve assures me I'll be able to afford it. He's putting $500 of his own money down on it and then I'm trading in my Oldsmobile which adds up to another $500. So there's $1,000 down. I negotiated with my father to keep paying my insurance if I pay half.  So there's that. I'll take photos of it tomorrow and show them to you.

At work, often times I run through the dairy backroom to get places as well as pick from the dairy. Every time I walk past the milk jugs, they're all lined up as so:

I just want to reach out to a customer and pull them through and then sing Take On Me by Aha to them. How crazy would that be? To just see someone reach out to you from the milk bin? Oh my god, I want to make this happen.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that my father is also stopping by tomorrow. He's going to be my cosigner for my car, but he also wants to take a look at the car himself. I guess we'll get a good look over it. I'm just so worried because Dad doesn't like making decisions like this, so he'll just put it off... and never get the car. I suppose we'll see how it goes tomorrow. Steve probably won't let me go without buying the car though. Since my father is coming, though, I must clean my house. It's not much of a mess for the amount of people who live in it and the amount of control I have over anything, but my room is atrocious. Which is entirely all to blame on Steve. I'll clean it tonight, however. I have to work at 7am, but I can do this.

Poor Steve. He works from 10pm to 7am at Walmart, comes home for an hour to get ready for his second job at the radio station which starts at 8am and goes to about 3 or 4 in the afternoon. So of course, on his days off, he does nothing but sleep and it's kind of really upsetting. I finally get to see him when he's not all worn-out, yet he's still worn-out. I guess I'll just have to deal with it. Some day everything will be alright.

Well, I must be off to clean my room and do some laundry. I really ought to have done it long ago, but I had work and then there was D&D and blaaaah. I'm just addicted to the internet and really should just get out of here.