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In great news, I got the job with my prof!!
...In other news?
Am at home for Easter weekend.
With my newly won G2, I can now drive my parent's car places.
Unfourtunatley, I'm now 0 for 3, as my mother so kindly pointed out.
First time I get the car: Have to first pick up Steph (and Yonge & Eg) and my brother (at Union station). Steph is late, my brother is early. Finally get Steph and get downtown (after several angry phone calls from my brother), and we get lost. Maybe not so much lost as stuck. We couldn't EVER turn the direction we wanted to. So frustrating. We circled the blocks where my brother was waiting for about 20 minutes. It was ridiculous.
Second time I get the car: Steph and I drive to Y&E (after much warning from my parents about the dangers of parking tickets at Y&E), park, play DDR, have dinner, come back to the car. Flapping merrily in the wind is a lovely yellow parking ticket on the windsheild. Me = "FUCK!"
Third time I get the car: Dropping my brother and his friend off at a party way the frig up at Finch & Yonge. Directions? Yonge --> Finch --> 1 block into residential neighbourhood. Not complicated. My (attempted) route home? Neighbourhood --> Finch. Drive a really long way before I start being like "Why don't I recognize anything? Why am I not home yet??", and then realize that I forgot to turn onto Yonge street. *headdesk*
And this is why I probably shouldn't be allowed to drive.
...In other news?
Am at home for Easter weekend.
With my newly won G2, I can now drive my parent's car places.
Unfourtunatley, I'm now 0 for 3, as my mother so kindly pointed out.
First time I get the car: Have to first pick up Steph (and Yonge & Eg) and my brother (at Union station). Steph is late, my brother is early. Finally get Steph and get downtown (after several angry phone calls from my brother), and we get lost. Maybe not so much lost as stuck. We couldn't EVER turn the direction we wanted to. So frustrating. We circled the blocks where my brother was waiting for about 20 minutes. It was ridiculous.
Second time I get the car: Steph and I drive to Y&E (after much warning from my parents about the dangers of parking tickets at Y&E), park, play DDR, have dinner, come back to the car. Flapping merrily in the wind is a lovely yellow parking ticket on the windsheild. Me = "FUCK!"
Third time I get the car: Dropping my brother and his friend off at a party way the frig up at Finch & Yonge. Directions? Yonge --> Finch --> 1 block into residential neighbourhood. Not complicated. My (attempted) route home? Neighbourhood --> Finch. Drive a really long way before I start being like "Why don't I recognize anything? Why am I not home yet??", and then realize that I forgot to turn onto Yonge street. *headdesk*
And this is why I probably shouldn't be allowed to drive.