Been a while
Wow, been a while since I've updated. And I feel the need to post a drawing of some sort, but I'd have liked to put a background to this one before I did. Oh well, here it is anyway, yet another one you've all seen: And It's Only Noon!
Aaaanyway... I finally have my permit! Hahah so now I can finally practice legally. My aunt made me drive around the neighborhood when we got back near my house, and I swear EVERY sort of hazardous impediment came rushing at me. Small children on bicycles? Check. Animals crossing the street? Check. People walking to and from the football practice in the field right next to the houses? Check. Large moving trucks and construction? Check. Motorcycles? Check. Hell, I think a hazardous materials truck at a railroad crossing appeared in the middle of Cascade Circle when I was going through. I mean, goddammit, it's like they all knew I was out driving in the street for the first time and they had a little committee meeting. It went a little like this:
Motorcyclists: Hey, I heard Dee got her permit today
Household pets: Ya don't say?
Children on bikes: Let's go fuck with 'er
And then she had me drive down Whitney towards the stoplight. At the very busy intersection. Y'know, the one at Huntington and Peabody? At RUSH HOUR. Oh gods, I was freakin' out. Not exactly an ideal first driving experience. But she said I did pretty well. Uh, that is until I pulled into my driveway crooked going 25. Yeah, everyone in the neighborhood just happened to decide to go out for a stroll by my house at that exact moment.
But it's okay, my dad and I went to dinner at that Dynasty Chinese restaurant in the... Walter's Villa shopping center? Anyway, yeah, the a la carte is good, but don't get the Mongolian BBQ there. Oh, and the waiter, though very polite, kinda made me angry 'cause he looked sorta like Officer Kashina. Also, bring earplugs or something. You know what the music was? It was, I shit you not, an entire album of someone on a Chinese flute playing classic American ballads. There was "When a Man Loves a Woman", "Unbreak My Heart", "Bridge Over Troubled Waters", "Time After Time", and that one Sting song about roses and eyes looking like snowflakes or some shit. Like I said to my dad, it's a bad Chinese take on bad American songs. Plus, the flute just doesn't go well with electric guitar and synthesized drums. We left when "You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine" started playing.
Wow, this entry was entirely too long.
Aaaanyway... I finally have my permit! Hahah so now I can finally practice legally. My aunt made me drive around the neighborhood when we got back near my house, and I swear EVERY sort of hazardous impediment came rushing at me. Small children on bicycles? Check. Animals crossing the street? Check. People walking to and from the football practice in the field right next to the houses? Check. Large moving trucks and construction? Check. Motorcycles? Check. Hell, I think a hazardous materials truck at a railroad crossing appeared in the middle of Cascade Circle when I was going through. I mean, goddammit, it's like they all knew I was out driving in the street for the first time and they had a little committee meeting. It went a little like this:
Motorcyclists: Hey, I heard Dee got her permit today
Household pets: Ya don't say?
Children on bikes: Let's go fuck with 'er
And then she had me drive down Whitney towards the stoplight. At the very busy intersection. Y'know, the one at Huntington and Peabody? At RUSH HOUR. Oh gods, I was freakin' out. Not exactly an ideal first driving experience. But she said I did pretty well. Uh, that is until I pulled into my driveway crooked going 25. Yeah, everyone in the neighborhood just happened to decide to go out for a stroll by my house at that exact moment.
But it's okay, my dad and I went to dinner at that Dynasty Chinese restaurant in the... Walter's Villa shopping center? Anyway, yeah, the a la carte is good, but don't get the Mongolian BBQ there. Oh, and the waiter, though very polite, kinda made me angry 'cause he looked sorta like Officer Kashina. Also, bring earplugs or something. You know what the music was? It was, I shit you not, an entire album of someone on a Chinese flute playing classic American ballads. There was "When a Man Loves a Woman", "Unbreak My Heart", "Bridge Over Troubled Waters", "Time After Time", and that one Sting song about roses and eyes looking like snowflakes or some shit. Like I said to my dad, it's a bad Chinese take on bad American songs. Plus, the flute just doesn't go well with electric guitar and synthesized drums. We left when "You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine" started playing.
Wow, this entry was entirely too long.