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i wrote my creative writing storryyy.
it's not dramatic for a change.
actually, i usually write humor.
all the stuff i've written independentley has been funny.
but then creative writing class came along and i can't seem to write anything but really depressing things that haven't happened to me.
so instead, i tried writing a Conflict story on something very, very true. Unfortunatley.
it's supposed to be funny.
key word: supposedtobe.
i'll lj cut it.
Amy Parlapiano March 2, 2006
Beep Beep
You know, some people have certain locations and places that they never want to go back to, ever. These places haunt them, cause nightmares, they’re places where horrible things have happened, disasters have occurred. I have one of those places. It’s called the DMV.
February 1st, 2006. That was the first time I ever entered the Department of Motor Vehicles. I was excited at the time, it was my sixteenth birthday and I was full of anticipation and confidence, I was finally going to get my permit, the event I had been counting down to since February 1st, 2005. I walked through the doors, looked around and smiled. If I had known what was to come, however, I would not be smiling. I would be screaming in rage instead.
I went up to the first desk on the left after I walked in, told them what I was there for, and they directed me towards the back, where there was a gigantic line to stand in to get your picture taken. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, and finally I was at the front. There was an arguing father/son duo in front of us, and the father attempted to talk to us and it was awkward, so I was relieved when they were finally called. I was next, I waited patiently and stared at the sign in front of me that said “Please wait until you hear the word ‘next’.” What a stupid sign. But I did. I waited and finally I heard it.
I moved toward the desk and as I walked, I started getting nervous. What if I failed? I couldn’t fail. I knew everything! I studied that book from cover to cover. That would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I would never be able to live that down. Then I started thinking about the picture. That picture stays with you for years. I’ll be thirty and still have the same picture. What if my eyes are closed? What if- Suddenly my rambling thoughts were cut off by the woman behind the desk. “Let me see the ID,” she said, looking at my mother and me with eyes that weren’t very friendly. I felt my stomach plummet. Oh my God. I desperately glanced at my mom, even though I knew the truth. We had forgotten it. How could I have possibly been so stupid?
“I, um, might have a highschool ID in my..” but I was cut off by the woman. “No,” she said sharply, shoving a list of what seemed like 100 different forms of credible ID, none of which we happened to have on us. I did have a pin on with Disney characters holding balloons that said “Today is My Birthday,” which I did consider showing her for about 2 seconds, but then thought Disney Birthday Pins probably aren’t on that long list. I hung my head down and feebly walked away, wondering if everyone on the line was talking about how unintelligent I was for not thinking to bring ID.
The first time I was disappointed. It was my birthday, and I expected everything to go my way. Of course, it didn’t. I should have figured there was going to be a glitch. February 9th, 2006, was the next time I set foot in that place. This time, I was less bubbly, and didn’t have a Birthday pin on, but I did make sure my mom had a birth certificate, a passport, a social security card, and a form that she signed, making sure that if the unthinkable was to happen and somehow all that ID didn’t work, that sheet should at least give me credit. We walked back to that picture line, which was even longer this time. I wondered if any of the workers recognized me and thought I was back because I failed. I hoped they didn’t, and as time passed, I found myself standing in front of that sign that said “Please wait until you hear next” again. My mom and I laughed at it, and I remember saying “Imagine if we got turned away again? I seriously think I would just like, huddle up in a corner for the rest of my life. . ugh I can’t even think about it.” I laughed at the absurd thought, and heard the word “Next.” I guess that was my cue to huddle up in a corner because the unthinkable happened. We handed her the birth certificate, she said it didn’t have a raised seal. We handed her the passport, she said it was expired and shoved that back at us as well. We handed her the 2 other things we had, and she said that wasn’t enough, you needed the birth certificate or passport as well. I completely froze. This has got to be some kind of joke. My mom explained it was our second time here and she had taken two days off from work, but the lady remained as cold as ice. I attempted to flash her my sad-puppyface-pretty-please face, but she didn’t flinch. I guess I should work on a new sad face. My mom was almost arguing with her now, and I told her it was okay, and tried to move her away from the line and towards the door. I’m telling you, you don’t want to mess with these DMV people.
We walked out the door again and I wondered how it was possible that twice I had been there and hadn’t even made it into the test room. Millions of people have taken this test, how come this has never happened to them? Why is it always me?
February 10th was my third visit to the horrid Department. I walked in, by this time, I knew the procedure perfectly, went straight to the line and stood there. We waited on the line, got up to the ‘next sign’ and when ‘Next’ was called, we were led towards the desk of that same lady who had turned us back the previous day. I started getting nervous. She remembered us, I could see it in her eyes. She absolutely hated me. I felt chills down my spine. The fact that a worker at the DMV could give me chills down my spine is pathetic. I handed her all the ID. This birth certificate had the raised seal, it was very clear. She looked at that birth certificate for about 45 seconds. Just staring at it, almost as if she wanted to find a mistake. She was such a bitter person! It’s not my fault she’s working at the DMV, no need to take it out on me. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak and said “okay, step back behind the line and get ready for the picture.” I was in disbelief. Was this possible? Could I have actually gotten through the identification process? I stepped back and looked right at the camera when suddenly, she said “Wait.” I instantly paused. Oh no. She was going to tell me all the ID was wrong. She was going to kick me out. “Move your hair out of your face,” she said, and I’ve never been more relieved to hear those words.
The test took me about 4 minutes, it was the easiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Once they handed me my temporary permit, I literally sprinted out of those doors like I was the roadrunner and the DMV was the coyote. Now if only someone would really drop an anvil on it.
i'm listening to the lion king. which would describe the lj cut text, which is a lyric from canyoufeelthelovetonight.
YAY WEEKEND TOMORROW!
And i just found out my mom got offered a trip to . . . MONTREAL. IN JUNE. AND IS GONNA TRY TO TAKE ME. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
MONTREAL.
IS
IN
CANADA.
THAT MEANS.
I WOULD GO TO CANADA.
CANADA.
ME.
IN CANADA.
oh.my.good.lord.i.am.trying.to.contain.myself.
CANADA.
ME+CANADA.
omg.
omg
omg.
omg.
omg.
canada is like, one of my biggest obsessions in life.
oh. my . goodness.
*SPAZZES*
k bye.
it's not dramatic for a change.
actually, i usually write humor.
all the stuff i've written independentley has been funny.
but then creative writing class came along and i can't seem to write anything but really depressing things that haven't happened to me.
so instead, i tried writing a Conflict story on something very, very true. Unfortunatley.
it's supposed to be funny.
key word: supposedtobe.
i'll lj cut it.
Amy Parlapiano March 2, 2006
Beep Beep
You know, some people have certain locations and places that they never want to go back to, ever. These places haunt them, cause nightmares, they’re places where horrible things have happened, disasters have occurred. I have one of those places. It’s called the DMV.
February 1st, 2006. That was the first time I ever entered the Department of Motor Vehicles. I was excited at the time, it was my sixteenth birthday and I was full of anticipation and confidence, I was finally going to get my permit, the event I had been counting down to since February 1st, 2005. I walked through the doors, looked around and smiled. If I had known what was to come, however, I would not be smiling. I would be screaming in rage instead.
I went up to the first desk on the left after I walked in, told them what I was there for, and they directed me towards the back, where there was a gigantic line to stand in to get your picture taken. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, and finally I was at the front. There was an arguing father/son duo in front of us, and the father attempted to talk to us and it was awkward, so I was relieved when they were finally called. I was next, I waited patiently and stared at the sign in front of me that said “Please wait until you hear the word ‘next’.” What a stupid sign. But I did. I waited and finally I heard it.
I moved toward the desk and as I walked, I started getting nervous. What if I failed? I couldn’t fail. I knew everything! I studied that book from cover to cover. That would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I would never be able to live that down. Then I started thinking about the picture. That picture stays with you for years. I’ll be thirty and still have the same picture. What if my eyes are closed? What if- Suddenly my rambling thoughts were cut off by the woman behind the desk. “Let me see the ID,” she said, looking at my mother and me with eyes that weren’t very friendly. I felt my stomach plummet. Oh my God. I desperately glanced at my mom, even though I knew the truth. We had forgotten it. How could I have possibly been so stupid?
“I, um, might have a highschool ID in my..” but I was cut off by the woman. “No,” she said sharply, shoving a list of what seemed like 100 different forms of credible ID, none of which we happened to have on us. I did have a pin on with Disney characters holding balloons that said “Today is My Birthday,” which I did consider showing her for about 2 seconds, but then thought Disney Birthday Pins probably aren’t on that long list. I hung my head down and feebly walked away, wondering if everyone on the line was talking about how unintelligent I was for not thinking to bring ID.
The first time I was disappointed. It was my birthday, and I expected everything to go my way. Of course, it didn’t. I should have figured there was going to be a glitch. February 9th, 2006, was the next time I set foot in that place. This time, I was less bubbly, and didn’t have a Birthday pin on, but I did make sure my mom had a birth certificate, a passport, a social security card, and a form that she signed, making sure that if the unthinkable was to happen and somehow all that ID didn’t work, that sheet should at least give me credit. We walked back to that picture line, which was even longer this time. I wondered if any of the workers recognized me and thought I was back because I failed. I hoped they didn’t, and as time passed, I found myself standing in front of that sign that said “Please wait until you hear next” again. My mom and I laughed at it, and I remember saying “Imagine if we got turned away again? I seriously think I would just like, huddle up in a corner for the rest of my life. . ugh I can’t even think about it.” I laughed at the absurd thought, and heard the word “Next.” I guess that was my cue to huddle up in a corner because the unthinkable happened. We handed her the birth certificate, she said it didn’t have a raised seal. We handed her the passport, she said it was expired and shoved that back at us as well. We handed her the 2 other things we had, and she said that wasn’t enough, you needed the birth certificate or passport as well. I completely froze. This has got to be some kind of joke. My mom explained it was our second time here and she had taken two days off from work, but the lady remained as cold as ice. I attempted to flash her my sad-puppyface-pretty-please face, but she didn’t flinch. I guess I should work on a new sad face. My mom was almost arguing with her now, and I told her it was okay, and tried to move her away from the line and towards the door. I’m telling you, you don’t want to mess with these DMV people.
We walked out the door again and I wondered how it was possible that twice I had been there and hadn’t even made it into the test room. Millions of people have taken this test, how come this has never happened to them? Why is it always me?
February 10th was my third visit to the horrid Department. I walked in, by this time, I knew the procedure perfectly, went straight to the line and stood there. We waited on the line, got up to the ‘next sign’ and when ‘Next’ was called, we were led towards the desk of that same lady who had turned us back the previous day. I started getting nervous. She remembered us, I could see it in her eyes. She absolutely hated me. I felt chills down my spine. The fact that a worker at the DMV could give me chills down my spine is pathetic. I handed her all the ID. This birth certificate had the raised seal, it was very clear. She looked at that birth certificate for about 45 seconds. Just staring at it, almost as if she wanted to find a mistake. She was such a bitter person! It’s not my fault she’s working at the DMV, no need to take it out on me. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak and said “okay, step back behind the line and get ready for the picture.” I was in disbelief. Was this possible? Could I have actually gotten through the identification process? I stepped back and looked right at the camera when suddenly, she said “Wait.” I instantly paused. Oh no. She was going to tell me all the ID was wrong. She was going to kick me out. “Move your hair out of your face,” she said, and I’ve never been more relieved to hear those words.
The test took me about 4 minutes, it was the easiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Once they handed me my temporary permit, I literally sprinted out of those doors like I was the roadrunner and the DMV was the coyote. Now if only someone would really drop an anvil on it.
i'm listening to the lion king. which would describe the lj cut text, which is a lyric from canyoufeelthelovetonight.
YAY WEEKEND TOMORROW!
And i just found out my mom got offered a trip to . . . MONTREAL. IN JUNE. AND IS GONNA TRY TO TAKE ME. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
MONTREAL.
IS
IN
CANADA.
THAT MEANS.
I WOULD GO TO CANADA.
CANADA.
ME.
IN CANADA.
oh.my.good.lord.i.am.trying.to.contain.myself.
CANADA.
ME+CANADA.
omg.
omg
omg.
omg.
omg.
canada is like, one of my biggest obsessions in life.
oh. my . goodness.
*SPAZZES*
k bye.