Tires
Maybe it's because I grew up in a rather backwoods-y part of the country, but there is one sound that I absolutely will never get used to:
The sound of tires screeching to a halt. Is there anything more ominous than that, really? Heart skips a beat. I always end up bracing for the impact right along with the driver on the road four stories down. Or not. Hopefully it's just another "Oh shit, oh we're okay" moment, or a teenage boy being an ass, both of which it's always been, but I'm always afraid there'll be that time where the screech is followed by crash and then what do we do? If we're lucky, we'll never know. Either way, an especially loud instance of this just jerked me out of my sleepy haze and kept me from getting in bed 30 minutes ago.
I think I'm going to make a point, over Christmas break, to revive this thing. Majorly. As in, going back and changing all my old, old entries to private and starting fresh with a non-friends-only approach. I say that now because I don't have anything embarrassing to rant about. I'll change my mind.
Does anyone else remember popsilver? I'll bet Kim does. I'm not nearly as creative with LJ account names, else I'd change just as often as you.
I got my nails done like the silly girl that I am and now I can't type worth a damn. Which is really very convenient, since tomorrow I have a Microsoft Certification Test (what?) to take on the computer. That I am so, so sick of worrying about. But everyone is worried about school, and it's boring - you feel the same way I do, so why do I need to elaborate?
I've been realizing lately what a quiet person I am. Is it really that bad to not always have something to say? Most of the times the things that pop into my head are really things I don't feel like sharing, because if I shared everything I'd have nothing left just for me.
I'm not nearly as angsty as this sounds, just tired and weary and ready for a break from everything.
The sound of tires screeching to a halt. Is there anything more ominous than that, really? Heart skips a beat. I always end up bracing for the impact right along with the driver on the road four stories down. Or not. Hopefully it's just another "Oh shit, oh we're okay" moment, or a teenage boy being an ass, both of which it's always been, but I'm always afraid there'll be that time where the screech is followed by crash and then what do we do? If we're lucky, we'll never know. Either way, an especially loud instance of this just jerked me out of my sleepy haze and kept me from getting in bed 30 minutes ago.
I think I'm going to make a point, over Christmas break, to revive this thing. Majorly. As in, going back and changing all my old, old entries to private and starting fresh with a non-friends-only approach. I say that now because I don't have anything embarrassing to rant about. I'll change my mind.
Does anyone else remember popsilver? I'll bet Kim does. I'm not nearly as creative with LJ account names, else I'd change just as often as you.
I got my nails done like the silly girl that I am and now I can't type worth a damn. Which is really very convenient, since tomorrow I have a Microsoft Certification Test (what?) to take on the computer. That I am so, so sick of worrying about. But everyone is worried about school, and it's boring - you feel the same way I do, so why do I need to elaborate?
I've been realizing lately what a quiet person I am. Is it really that bad to not always have something to say? Most of the times the things that pop into my head are really things I don't feel like sharing, because if I shared everything I'd have nothing left just for me.
I'm not nearly as angsty as this sounds, just tired and weary and ready for a break from everything.