Continuation..
The piano lesson was terrible... I should really consider practicing what I'm assigned. But it's just..so much more fun to play things I've already memorized or just improv stuff than play the effing god forsaken Minute Waltz WHICH, by the way, was said to have been written in order to set the sight of his friend's dog chasing its tail to music. Go figure. Anyhow.. Visited Ori at work for an hour or so, scored free starbucks... then hung out at Pizza Port until they closed with him, Kirk, Eric, Jen, Shao, and Tom. Fun kids.
Then I had an hour left on my curfew so I just...drove around for a while. Out back in Rancho. And I turned off all the lights inside my car so I had no idea how fast I was going [I would say 65-70 if i had to guess].. that speed added to the oncoming headlights made it impossible to see the road ahead and anticipate the turns..which was interesting, i guess. I did stupidly defiant things toward my house, like deliberately drive on the wrong side of the road.. Pretty unlike me, Ms. Safe-Driver. Then again, racing home from La Jolla the other night was pretty fucked up, too.. 95ish the whole way..
Dunno what's with me.
Daniel and Ori, let it be known: You win. Consider this my formal acknowledgement.
Oh, and by the way, apparently yearbook camp starts the 31st, not the 1st. So. Come Saturday, I'm gone. Back the 4th. I'll have my cell, call me ALLTHETIME kthx.
Why am I writing all this shit? Done. Bye. Gonna go find some food and some sort of mildly entertaining television program since I just..can't...seem..to sleep.
Then I had an hour left on my curfew so I just...drove around for a while. Out back in Rancho. And I turned off all the lights inside my car so I had no idea how fast I was going [I would say 65-70 if i had to guess].. that speed added to the oncoming headlights made it impossible to see the road ahead and anticipate the turns..which was interesting, i guess. I did stupidly defiant things toward my house, like deliberately drive on the wrong side of the road.. Pretty unlike me, Ms. Safe-Driver. Then again, racing home from La Jolla the other night was pretty fucked up, too.. 95ish the whole way..
Dunno what's with me.
Daniel and Ori, let it be known: You win. Consider this my formal acknowledgement.
Oh, and by the way, apparently yearbook camp starts the 31st, not the 1st. So. Come Saturday, I'm gone. Back the 4th. I'll have my cell, call me ALLTHETIME kthx.
Why am I writing all this shit? Done. Bye. Gonna go find some food and some sort of mildly entertaining television program since I just..can't...seem..to sleep.