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So, I got my car today. I still can't drive it -- not until August. It's not registered, and um, I had a bit of an adventure with it. I sort of forgot how to drive SUV's. We'll leave it at that.
I get it home and park it in the driveway [where I live, if your tags are expired, which mine are, you can't park your car in the street], and I realize "HEY. I CAN'T PARK MY CAR HERE, THERE'S LOTS OF BRANCHES THAT WILL SCRATCH IT UP!" So I spent the next two hours hacking away in the one hundred and fifteen degree heat. Regardless, my battle with the tree was fought, and I won. Fucking thing.
I cried a bit when I drove home in the car -- it was the first time I'd driven the car since grandma's been gone. I kept looking in the passenger side seat, and. . . well, thinking 'Wow. A year ago, she was sitting there, and we were going to Big Lots or K-Mart'.
Then I kept thinking back to when she bought the car, and -I- was in the passenger seat while -she- drove it. Hm.
A guy sort of unnerved me the other night. He led me on for the second time, and, well. . . my feelings were hurt. They still are, but. . . some of you know who he is, so I'm not going to mention any names. I'm not mad at him or anything, just. . . a bit disappointed.
The song I'm listening to now, is what I'll be choreograhping my audition for 'So You Think You Can Dance?' to. If anyone wants it, drop ur e-mail addresses and I'll send it over. <3 It's an awesome remix. The song itself -- the lyrics -- describe how I sort of feel about my grandma.
I get it home and park it in the driveway [where I live, if your tags are expired, which mine are, you can't park your car in the street], and I realize "HEY. I CAN'T PARK MY CAR HERE, THERE'S LOTS OF BRANCHES THAT WILL SCRATCH IT UP!" So I spent the next two hours hacking away in the one hundred and fifteen degree heat. Regardless, my battle with the tree was fought, and I won. Fucking thing.
I cried a bit when I drove home in the car -- it was the first time I'd driven the car since grandma's been gone. I kept looking in the passenger side seat, and. . . well, thinking 'Wow. A year ago, she was sitting there, and we were going to Big Lots or K-Mart'.
Then I kept thinking back to when she bought the car, and -I- was in the passenger seat while -she- drove it. Hm.
A guy sort of unnerved me the other night. He led me on for the second time, and, well. . . my feelings were hurt. They still are, but. . . some of you know who he is, so I'm not going to mention any names. I'm not mad at him or anything, just. . . a bit disappointed.
The song I'm listening to now, is what I'll be choreograhping my audition for 'So You Think You Can Dance?' to. If anyone wants it, drop ur e-mail addresses and I'll send it over. <3 It's an awesome remix. The song itself -- the lyrics -- describe how I sort of feel about my grandma.