don't you forget about me...
I like driving, guys. I didn't before, but now I do for some reason. Actually, what I LOVE is driving all by myself. I like being alone, and I rarely get to spend time just thinking and chilling by myself. Actually, that's part of what I've enjoyed about classes at PJC this summer--since I invariably get out of class early, I get to spend time alone just thinking until my next class. I find a park bench that's far away from everyone else, and I sit and just let my mind wander. It's very refreshing.
Oh, I hear the critics gave The Village one star. That's hilarious. Let me know if it's worth seeing or not. Brad and I were gonna go see it today, but my stupid stomach started acting up.
FYI: Just to let you all know, if anyone ever needs a ride this upcoming year, I will certainly provide such a service. I know I certainly have bummed quite a few rides over the years, and I'd like to pay everyone back. So, if you should ever need a ride, my Camry and I are at your service.
Oh, and I'm gonna pimp the Camry out with leopard print seats and a leopard print steering wheel cover. That way I can be completely ghetto. I can't wait to get the bumper painted. This really old man hit the Camry when my dad was driving it and my dad felt so bad for the guy (he was freaking out) he decided not to report it. At the time, there wasn't even a scratch. Well, somehow or another over the next few months the paint peeled off (my mom explained to me why this happened but I don't know anything about cars so I can't remember now). So now the bumper needs to be repainted. I'm not going to rush my parents to do it yet, though, what with hospital bills and my sister going to college and stuff. I don't care what it looks like--it's transportation.
Well, company should be here soon.
Oh, I hear the critics gave The Village one star. That's hilarious. Let me know if it's worth seeing or not. Brad and I were gonna go see it today, but my stupid stomach started acting up.
FYI: Just to let you all know, if anyone ever needs a ride this upcoming year, I will certainly provide such a service. I know I certainly have bummed quite a few rides over the years, and I'd like to pay everyone back. So, if you should ever need a ride, my Camry and I are at your service.
Oh, and I'm gonna pimp the Camry out with leopard print seats and a leopard print steering wheel cover. That way I can be completely ghetto. I can't wait to get the bumper painted. This really old man hit the Camry when my dad was driving it and my dad felt so bad for the guy (he was freaking out) he decided not to report it. At the time, there wasn't even a scratch. Well, somehow or another over the next few months the paint peeled off (my mom explained to me why this happened but I don't know anything about cars so I can't remember now). So now the bumper needs to be repainted. I'm not going to rush my parents to do it yet, though, what with hospital bills and my sister going to college and stuff. I don't care what it looks like--it's transportation.
Well, company should be here soon.