"Crash" Course? Not so much.

Before we get into the details here, I should provide some background:
I received my learner's permit at seventeen, because I'm lazy like that. I wasn't terribly eager to get behind the wheel of a 'moving weapon'.

Especially not with the 'pencil through your head' visual the D&A test provides.

Anyway, I had been taking lessons from my mother. Only on the back roads, only at around 15 mph. Any faster, and she would start panicking.

One day, I was feeling particularly confident in my parking abilities (Don't ask me why), and decided to 'coast' into a parking place by my mother's office building. Except as I decided to do this, my mother began screaming about stopping, and I slammed on the brake.

...Except, it wasn't the brake.

I wound up accelerating into the wall of the building.

Fortunately, there weren't any serious injuries, but the teasing went on all day, and according to my mother, I had nearly killed Katy, whose desk was just behind that wall.

I hadn't driven since, until yesterday.

At the beginning, he had me pull a three-point turn out of street, and we drove around the neighborhood for a bit before leaving.

Long story short?

He got me going 60 on the highway, and commenting on how slow it felt.

Slow.

At 60.

I was terrified of hitting twenty before I got in the car with this man.

Suddenly, I think that maybe driving won't be such a horror story for me. I enjoyed the lesson, and am looking forward to next weekend's.

Anyone else have a nice beginner's story, so I don't feel like as much of a headcase?

I have, fortunately, been accepted to Oglethorpe, as I may or may not have mentioned. I attended Scholarship Weekend recently, and am now up to my eyeballs in make-up work.

'Screwed' is one of my life's IMDB plot keywords.

Regardless, today (or rather, yesterday) was my birthday. Pleasant and relaxed. I didn't leave the house until around noon. Went to Color Me Mine (where the six-year-old birthday party from Hell was already taking place) and painted a "Love & Therapy" funds piggy bank.

You know, one of those 'practical things' I should take to college.

Anyway, now my iPhone has been (thankfully!) replaced, and I am in possession of a Polaroid Printer.

How many ways can we work ADHD and adhesive surfaces?

Let's find out, shall we?

-My father is in the hospital. He will not be home for Christmas.

-My cousin Jill called at 11:30 the other night to tell us that Willy's newborn son, Liam, has died of SIDS.

-The funeral was already held. No one told us.

At least I got into college, so I'm not as screwed as I was before.

College applications were designed to induce suicide.
This is the only remotely plausible explanation.
I have a load of work to get done on my portfolio for Photography on top of all this.
Pray for my Oglethorpe app to succeed.

Mindless data entering at work.
Endless housework at home.
Dog vomit everywhere.
Vacation hell.

...Wonder if that could be considered some kind of sick poetic joke. -.-

Presently maintaining a summer job at the glorious Office.

Really not looking forward to reading A Tale of Two Cities.

The other night, I went to my mother's annual holiday party. I invited Alli, and it seems we can get community service from helping with the charity aspect. Karaoke was fun, even though Alli and I were the only ones who sang. I particularly enjoyed singing the duet from Grease. XD

And I taught Bryent, Ben's three-year-old son, how to rave with fake, battery-powered votive candles. So adorable. <3