Yes, this is an update from someone who has been "dead" for a long time

[faded_rainbow]

I'm crying; there are tears on my cheeks as I type this. But I'm not sad, really; my eyes are just dry. No, I'm not sad, just pissed off. You would be pissed if you were flicked off for no reason, also. I was driving (I'm sixteen, and I got my license last week! *grins*) to town, and when I pulled out of my road, I pulled in front of a truck, but there was plenty of space between us. I got up to speed right away - faster than I SHOULD have, really - and he flicked me off. I was tempted to roll down my window and do the same to him, but I knew I shouldn't. He did it again later, and all I had done was STOP at the STOPLIGHT. I was friggin' pissed for the rest of the day. In fact, I still am angry. What bothers me more is that I recognized him; I have a class with him, and we used to talk all the time before Ms. Tice changed the seating chart. Why, oh, WHY, do I feel so furious with him? I shouldn't be - I know that much - but I still am. Answer me this, am I right being upset with him for flicking me off for no reason? Most likely, he was just smoking pot right before that, so perhaps he didn't know what he was doing; it's a good thing he was doing the flicking and the driver was doing the driving. *strangles imaginary boy in air*

I turned sixteen last month - on the thirteenth. I got my license on the fifth of this month, and I've been driving one of our minivan. Man, I wish I had a car. In fact, I wish I had a car more than I wish I had my own computer.