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January 25th, 2008

11:39 am - Wake me up when it's time for Comet. So I just realized... I'm going to the DMV with my sister tomorrow to take my permit test... At least, I think I am. My ID expired a long time ago and I have to renew it. Hopefully they'll let me take the test anyway, because I'd rather do that, learn how to drive, and then just get my license instead of a new ID. Hmmm... don't I need a doctor's note or something? Eek. I should look into that. Oh no, my doctors' office moved to some place in Jenkintown. Ugh, so complicated. See, this is why it's taken me so long to get my permit again, it's such a massive undertaking. I've gotta get the doctor to fill out the form, dig up forms of ID, fill out the application, get someone to drive me to the DMV, wait in line, pay money... PHWOAR! Guess I'd better call the doctor today. Oh I just know they're going to give me some guff about it. They won't be available today, they won't unless I have a physical, I have to wait eight months until they're available for a physical, blah, blah blah. It just makes me want to take a nap. So, driving... Yeah. I don't know. I don't really want to drive, but Chris has expressed to me on numerous occasions his desire to never have to drive anywhere. Last time I had my permit—eight years ago or something—I drove around the New Life parking lot with my dad and THAT was scary. I can just imagine trying to drive to the city for a show. I'm 24 years old, and that could either be a good thing or a bad thing. It could be good because now I'm mature enough to handle driving without freaking out, or it could be bad because you can't teach an old dog new tricks and I'll never be comfortable behind the wheel. MAN I can't believe I have to learn something else! I'm tired of learning. My brain's hard drive doesn't enough memory to hold all this information. I'm going to have to start deleting stuff. Bye-bye lyrics from 90's rock songs. So long Contra 30-guy code. Peace out phases of the moon and cloud formations. Au revoir le fraincais. My brain could use a defrag. What else? Oh! I got my dad to take us skiing, probably in two weeks. I wish I could be driving before then, I'd take my sisters up on Super Bowl Sunday and probably get free lift tickets. Phwoar again. Um. So I realized why I'm so inspired by Stephen King. He's not embarrassed about anything he writes. He gets deeply personal sometimes and just puts it out there for millions of people to read. I mean, he'll write anything. He cranks out a novel a week, seriously. I used to not want anybody to read my stuff, ever. It's probably because of that time ten years ago when I showed my parents "Five Seconds," and my mom freaked and I was traumatized... Let's not talk about that. One day I realized, I've gotta just go with it; write everything, and if it freaks people out, then, well, I've done my job, haven't I? Plus, my mom freaks about EVERYTHING. She's probably freaking about something right now, like, someone left the shower curtain open in the downstairs bathroom... Bad memories... *shudder* Moving away from the subject of my mom... I'm officially saying No to Carrots. They didn't have any "Yes to Carrots" products in Walgreens, so I have no choice but to abstain from using it until further information is available about whether or not it will clog my pores. Poor us, the sub-culture of acne-prone people. We can't use mainstream products, and we are constantly bombarded with advertisements for self-proclaimed panaceas that never deliver on their promises. We spend our lives scouring shelves and web sites for a cure that doesn't exist, until one day we get old and the acne problem morphs into the wrinkle problem. How depressing. I'm really out of it today. I'm not even sure what I just typed. I think I might have worn this outfit on Monday, but I can't remember that far back. I hope nobody's keeping track. Current Location: Sleepytown, USA Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Fountains of Wayne

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