I went parallel parking tonight. I suck. I'll fail my test, I know it. I want my license so bad though. I can drive pretty well though. It's just the parking. I was good at it (5" from the curb) but now I can't get within a foot. 12" was my best attempt. Maybe I did better one time. Did you know how many millions of people spend sunday nights practicing parallel parking at Fraiser? There were like 12 other cars. Scary. The nightlife of the town centers around the DMV. Tuesday I've got to call and make an appointment. Wish me luck.
Tomorrow my mom is going to call that guy and find out if he has found any interesting cars for me. Why do all cars, but the ford taurus that tends to die (know from experience), in 1994 look so friginly boxy? It's so ugly! I don't want a box-like car, but I can't afford anything new. Oh well.
Friginly is my new world. Everything is friginly something. Sarah has new words, isn't that great.
Watched gymnastics on TV tonight. Tabitha Yim talks to herself. People who talk to themselves are good people! Liz Tricase (pronounced Tri-cas-eee not Tri-case like it should be) cheers everyone on. scary people are nice. too many injuries.
I get to pick out checks tomorrow! Woohoo!
I am getting rambly. nothing more to say.
"Turn down the light, turn down the bed. Turn down these voices inside my head. Lay down with me, tell me no lies. Just hold me close, don't partanize, don't partonize me. 'cause I can't make you love me if you don't. You can't make your heart feel something it won't. Here in the dark of these final hours, I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power but you won't, no you wont..."