our volleyball teams last round of play-offs was tonight. we played the top team in the first set of games and though we didn't win, we made them work for their win. all in all, it was fun and i feel ok about losing to them. they were nice, and that counts. the second set of games was junk. we won, but we so totally should've won a lot faster than we did. at the end it looked like we were going to lose, but somehow, we pulled a win from out of somewhere. the cost of being 3rd place? my whole person feels achy and in pain. as somebody commented, i cleaned half the floor. gross.

but earlier today, since i didn't have to work, i went to target and best buy, my happy places, and picked up finding nemo, legally blonde 2 [it's cute and funny...seriously], and the new sarah m. cd. i also got an update on my car, parts are still not in, so i'm driving the camry for another couple of days. the man at lexus of seattle, let's call him mark, keeps saying he'll keep me updated, but not once has he called me. every single time, i've had to hunt that man down to get a progress report, and still he can't explain to me why the transmission broke. essentially, i have to stalk him to get some answers, which turn out to be pretty lame - "Well, don't worry about why, it's covered under warranty so it's fine." uh no. it is not fine. i want a reason, so that i can know how to not let this happen again [as if it were actually under my realm of control]. if i were a confrontational person in real life, some of my annoyance would be communicated to mark of lexus. but since i'm not, i say "thank you" a lot and am very accomodating - i might as well offer to bake him cookies and muffins. boo.