Uh...Damn, still too young...
Well. Despite three hours of sleep, I exhibited hyperactive tendencies at school. Ran some. Walked a bunch. You know the drill. Anyways, after school, I was driving my sister's car on Bethune, and a group of girls in my grade came up behind me in an SUV. Mind you, I was going about five over the speed limit. YES! I was speeding. But apparently for these girls, five over wasn't enough. Yeah. So they passed me. They passed me on a friggin' double yellow line road what the fuck?! I would have rolled down my window and flicked them off, especially since they were laughing as they drove past, but my sister's car has crank windows. Yeah. Anyways, skip ahead. Barnes and Noble. I was approached by a Marine from the Vestavia recruiting center, due to my jacket. He thought I was a Marine and asked me where my tags were. We then had a nice discussion about the Corps, and such. I told him I couldn't visit him in Vestavia, as I already had a commitment with the center on Crestwood. Hm. Oh, right, one more thing. Kilpat? I don't mean to be rude, but, what the hell was that? You seemed really out of it. Alright. That's my stuff. Night all.