i've got real big plans and such bad thoughts
so my brother, my brother's friend and i were meant to drive to france this summer. (this summer, what am i saying? in like a week.) i've got my drivers licence for maybe a month now? and my brother just passed his test today. my brother's friend has had his for years, and part of his job is driving trucks around, so we figured, cool. with the three of us driving, we can totally do it, no problem. especially with my brother's friend and his experience and all, that shouldn't be a problem.
but then my brother's friend lost his driving licence for speeding.
which sucked, okay, what an idiot, but we figured he'd get it back before we left.
today we heard he won't get it back for three months.
so we're basically screwed, my brother and i have to drive all the way now, through the creepy winding roads of france, where those damn french people drive like maniacs. okay not really, i love those damn french people, but they know the roads well and drive really fast.
ugh i don't know okay. it's pretty shitty. we're going to do it anyway, and i guess we'll be fine, and if we're not fine we can always pull over and stay at a hotel, but. i'm not as relaxed as i'd otherwise be, it feels like a lot more pressure.
on a happier note, yesterday i went shopping for a bikini, a new bra and a new cd-player alarm clock, but i bought none of those things. instead i bought a couple books and a magazine and a jar of shea body butter. even though that's a clear-cut fail, i regret nothing. i'd been ogling the jennifer egan book a visit from the goon squad for ages, so i just figured that it was time to buy it. the magazine is called flow and it's thick and beautiful and amazing. (and, as i just found out, aimed at women between 30 and 45. that's great, i fit right into that demographic!) and this is true by emily mackie was my other book, because her turns of phrases seemed cool and it looks like a nice and easy read.
well, i'm sure that was very interesting to you all. now excuse me while i listen to some more death cab and continue packing. (i've got five seperate lists. five. i fucking love lists.)
but then my brother's friend lost his driving licence for speeding.
which sucked, okay, what an idiot, but we figured he'd get it back before we left.
today we heard he won't get it back for three months.
so we're basically screwed, my brother and i have to drive all the way now, through the creepy winding roads of france, where those damn french people drive like maniacs. okay not really, i love those damn french people, but they know the roads well and drive really fast.
ugh i don't know okay. it's pretty shitty. we're going to do it anyway, and i guess we'll be fine, and if we're not fine we can always pull over and stay at a hotel, but. i'm not as relaxed as i'd otherwise be, it feels like a lot more pressure.
on a happier note, yesterday i went shopping for a bikini, a new bra and a new cd-player alarm clock, but i bought none of those things. instead i bought a couple books and a magazine and a jar of shea body butter. even though that's a clear-cut fail, i regret nothing. i'd been ogling the jennifer egan book a visit from the goon squad for ages, so i just figured that it was time to buy it. the magazine is called flow and it's thick and beautiful and amazing. (and, as i just found out, aimed at women between 30 and 45. that's great, i fit right into that demographic!) and this is true by emily mackie was my other book, because her turns of phrases seemed cool and it looks like a nice and easy read.
well, i'm sure that was very interesting to you all. now excuse me while i listen to some more death cab and continue packing. (i've got five seperate lists. five. i fucking love lists.)