shit guys.
anyone who religiously reads my myspace blog (which, by the way, i have a total of THREE subscribers to, thanks GUYS) will already have heard about my most recent ventures in becoming a juvenile delinqent. on thursday night, after soccer-gaming it in the rain, running to richmond to meet wally and co. at livewire, and rocking out earnestly to some neal diamond, I, mackenzie paige frances osanna "who's catholic?" marrie was caught at a safety check point at midnight on highway 25 driving the junkiest car in existence, with only a drivers permit and no proof of insurance. even though i can vouch for the insurance, we definitely have it, i just don't know what the proof looks like and... the officer was sort-of-nice in a way that said "thank you for helping me fill my ticket quota for the month you 16 year old retard." and i was nice in a "please don't arrest me, because i'm mostly naive and have no idea what the hell is going on. i have an excellent GPA. the only cop i know is the school cop. ::bawls::" way. hoh man. so also, i have to go to court. which is so...weird. i, seriously, have never done anything wrong. ever. and now i have a court date and i have to stand up with every other crack addict that got a ticket on thursday night. totally balls.
in brighter news, the aforementioned money that my dad sent me is helping to pay for the ticket, and i work absolutely every day next week. awesome? cha. believe it. for working 25 hours, i'll get a grand total of somewhere less than $120. <3minimum wage<3... damnit.
also, the only reason i was "allowed" to drive is because my stepdad, Andah, was in Fresno, California in training to become a HIT MAN for MARK SHRIVER and SAVE THE CHILDREN. and he doesn't know that i've gotten a ticket yet, or that i was even driving. so my mom has to tell him eventually, or maybe not. i mean... whatever.
i'm going to go play volleyball in my room. ah wish waltah was hair tah play vollahball with meh. thanks for going to watch Redeye with your respective boyfriends HALEIGH AND WALLY.
in brighter news, the aforementioned money that my dad sent me is helping to pay for the ticket, and i work absolutely every day next week. awesome? cha. believe it. for working 25 hours, i'll get a grand total of somewhere less than $120. <3minimum wage<3... damnit.
also, the only reason i was "allowed" to drive is because my stepdad, Andah, was in Fresno, California in training to become a HIT MAN for MARK SHRIVER and SAVE THE CHILDREN. and he doesn't know that i've gotten a ticket yet, or that i was even driving. so my mom has to tell him eventually, or maybe not. i mean... whatever.
i'm going to go play volleyball in my room. ah wish waltah was hair tah play vollahball with meh. thanks for going to watch Redeye with your respective boyfriends HALEIGH AND WALLY.