It feels like someone beat my spine with a crowbar
Okay, so last week my parents drove me to Fedex so I can get my certificate to get a permit.
And we passed by a go cart track, and my dad thought this would be a perfect opportunity to show off my driving skillz. Considering I've been riding a quad since I was eight. skillz. I haz them.
So there's this really cute blonde guy waiting in line with me and I had a vague notion that he was staring at me. No biggie. We get into the go carts and take off. I was in second place for about eight laps until cute blonde boy hits my dad and hits me and passes me.
OH HELL TO THE NO.
So, I waited for an opportunity to present itself. I waited and waited until I caught up to blonde boy and he was making a turn and sliding. This was an opportune moment for me to speed up and hit him head on on the side. I think I might have snapped his neck. >:D
Okay, so I got kicked out for reckless driving, and than cute boy comes up to me and asks me for my number.
WHUT? I AM SO CONFUSED. THE WORLD DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
I gave him a phony number. I don't think I can date a guy that will hit me with a go cart and allow me to hit him back.
BUT SUMMER SKOOL IS FINALLY OVER!!! WOO HOO!