I have gotten so fed up with my parents over the last couple of weeks. My uncle Johnny's birthday was on the eighth, so we went up to visit him, and they let me drive up and back. While we were driving back they got me so fed up with driving to the point I actually wanted to cry and I said a couple of times, "Do you want me to pull over so you can drive?" and they said, "No you're fine." I don't do highways. Or high speeds. Lucas Bear doesn't have this problem with them. He does fine.
I drove by myself again on Saturday. I wanted to test a CD that I had burned earlier that day while Luc and I were watching (and singing along to) Putting It Together. And so I listened to it and was singing along to it while I was driving around to Sonic and back. It was fun. But I had forgotten my licence at the house and I didn't want to go back in and get it, so I just went driving without it and thankfully, I didn't get pulled over. It was fun.
Listening to Dirty Hippie video again because it drowns out the people talking in my study hall. And I get to stay in here next period because we've got Choir in the auditorium again. LIke we were yesterday. Concert's Thursday. Wish us luck.
"... before some lady hauls off and tries to cut our balls off."
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