and quite illegally, I might add! It all started a couple of weeks ago when I was bitching about how I needed to get my L to my mom. She was driving me to the bus stop, and asked sharply, "How much time tdo you have before your bus comes?" I said, "About five minutes, why?" Of course, she doesn't answer, just pulls sharply onto this little side road that isn't really a road, shuts off the engine, and snaps, "Get out." Well, maybe not snap. But that's what she said, anyway.
So poor bewildered me gets out of my seat, and I see her coming around the back of the truck with this mischeivous expression on her face! I swear I thought she was going to curb stomp me! No, I'm just kidding. That's when I figured out what she was up to. I got all excited, and jumped into the drivers seat.
My first lesson was basically me stalling twice. Not too exciting, hey? But w/e. The next time we went driving, my Mom went down to the Co-op by our house to trade a Crossword (lotto ticket). We sat at the back of the parking lot while she scratched it, and it turned out it was a twenty-five dollar winner! So in celebration, she let me drive around the parking lot! (which is perfectly legal, because a parking lot isn't a real road, so anyone can drive on them, and they can't be charged) Of course I stalled a bunch, but I finally got going! It was tres amusing because as soon as the car started moving, all I wanted to do was STOP! lol! But Mom wouldn't let me, and growled every time my foot got near the brake (*GET your foot off the brake! TURN, dammit! slow down!*) So I did many figure eights around the parking lots, and I maintained 2000 RPMs for almost eight minutes, went over speed bumps, turned sharply, and ran into NOTHING! woo-hoo! I was doing so well, that mom even let me shift up into second gear--and I did it without stalling!!!! (this was my second time driving EVER in a STANDARD no less! I think that's pretty dang good!) So I'm bombing around the parking lot at probably forty miles an hour (all I know about it was about 2500 RPM's. That's all mom would let me look at), and finally we stop and I drive all the way up to the Co-op, and park WITHOUT stalling! hee-hee-hee! All the excitement must have dulled Mother's wits, because she bought me a Caramel Aero bar to celebrate, which is now my favorite chocolate bar EVER!
Yesterday was my third ever driving lesson (still very much illegally), and this time, she took me back to the road I had my first one on, and parked at the bottom of a gentle hill. This time the lesson was, if I didn't maintain RPM's up the hill, I'd stall the car, and gravity would make it roll backwards in a terrifying terrifying way. SO--keep the RPM's up!
Well, the lesson ended up being, let the clutch out gently when starting up. Again, I stalled many many times before Mom took my seat, and made me place my feet over hers to feel how gentle I was supposed to let the clutch out. It didn't do anything right away, but somwething must have clicked, cause the next time I got going, I got going! I went up the hill, and made the car shudder pre-stall-like a couple times, but finally managed to get it up. (HA! get it up...)
ANYWAYS! We were fast approaching an actual legal road, and far be it for my Mom to break the law, so she made me pull into the driveway of the school that is by my house. And this was a real small entrance! Very intimidating, for someone who drives in the very middle of a two lane alley cause she's afraid of the shoulder! But Mom got me on the right side of the road, and when I pulled into the driveway, I made it without hitting anything, and drove through the parking lot very smoothly, going over another speedbump successfully. I pulled out, and went right back down the hill, which also scared me, because of--you know--gravity! But I still haven't hit a single thing! I'm getting good!
So now that I've had many driving escapades, I think I'll go get my L. I got paid today, so I have the cash All I need is the book to cram on, and the Mom to find the place for me! Then post-haste, am I EVER going driving! I'll have my N before you know it!!!!
Friday, July 29, 2005
Saturday, July 16, 2005
oy!
tis been far too long! I'm sorry I missed the second annual skinny dipping p-tay @ Barbara's, but I found myself off work early with an hour to wait for the bus. I get home at five after midnight, and to stay on the bus all the way to Barbara's would have put me there at about quarter after. That was too late to drop in, I thought, as you guys could have already went, and stuff. I want to know how it was though!
Anyways, I just submitted most of my British Columbia Student Loan application. My username is the oh-so-witty PintoGoesToCollege. Just thought that needed mentioning. Gotta get my mom to finish her part of it, too. A lot of it was really confusing, and I'm nervous that I'm doing it wrong. However, after you get past the am-I-eligible-or-not junk, it gets pretty straight-forward.
Work has been going really well, lately. We got our privelidges (uh-oh--I forgot how to spell it!!!) suspended for two weeks which sucked beans (not you, Bethany!), but now they're back, and I spent my shift yesterday gorging on Screamers, whilst Amay called me a beast. A big, fat, acne-ridden beast. I am so gross even, that my car-accident scars have started to be covered by zits! EW! Look away! I'm hideous!
If it wasn't two-thirty already, I'd take a trip up to Dover to see the Suessical crew--but it's also Saturday. Bummer. Did you know, once this coming week is over, I'll have worked every day but two in the past two weeks! Isn't that h-core?! It's also really cool, because those two weeks are the two that my July 29th paycheck is going to be based on. This is good, because my paycheck this week was shockingly pitiful. I did the math myself, and I KNOW I made more money than that, so I'll ask for my paystub, and if everything seems normal, I'll interrogate Kelly about it. Cause I know how much I was supposed to have made.
KEVIN'S BACK!!!! I talked to him on the phone last night over my break! We spoke of many thing, though I didn't remember most of them for shock of hearing his voice again. There's a p-tay for him topnight, but unless someone can pick me up at work, I can't go. no buses. I tried hard to switch my shift to matinee, but no one could, and I don't like to call people at home. Other than Jordan. I have to call her today about something slightly work-related, but more BathTub Weekend related. ANYWAYS!
Speaking of BathTub weekend, I'm going to see the Sat evening show of Suessical, and then I'm going to swim to the bridge for the fireworks, with the rest of the crew, just like every year. Hopefully this year, my current significant other, won't be so douchely about things (see here for details and eye-hurtingly unspaced paragraphs). Then I'm going wherever the party is, and--entertaining myself. Uh-oh, I can feel the disapproval already. Not only Amay, but Kevin, too, now that he's back!
Updates on the Brianna-Rob situation, anyone?
Anyways, I just submitted most of my British Columbia Student Loan application. My username is the oh-so-witty PintoGoesToCollege. Just thought that needed mentioning. Gotta get my mom to finish her part of it, too. A lot of it was really confusing, and I'm nervous that I'm doing it wrong. However, after you get past the am-I-eligible-or-not junk, it gets pretty straight-forward.
Work has been going really well, lately. We got our privelidges (uh-oh--I forgot how to spell it!!!) suspended for two weeks which sucked beans (not you, Bethany!), but now they're back, and I spent my shift yesterday gorging on Screamers, whilst Amay called me a beast. A big, fat, acne-ridden beast. I am so gross even, that my car-accident scars have started to be covered by zits! EW! Look away! I'm hideous!
If it wasn't two-thirty already, I'd take a trip up to Dover to see the Suessical crew--but it's also Saturday. Bummer. Did you know, once this coming week is over, I'll have worked every day but two in the past two weeks! Isn't that h-core?! It's also really cool, because those two weeks are the two that my July 29th paycheck is going to be based on. This is good, because my paycheck this week was shockingly pitiful. I did the math myself, and I KNOW I made more money than that, so I'll ask for my paystub, and if everything seems normal, I'll interrogate Kelly about it. Cause I know how much I was supposed to have made.
KEVIN'S BACK!!!! I talked to him on the phone last night over my break! We spoke of many thing, though I didn't remember most of them for shock of hearing his voice again. There's a p-tay for him topnight, but unless someone can pick me up at work, I can't go. no buses. I tried hard to switch my shift to matinee, but no one could, and I don't like to call people at home. Other than Jordan. I have to call her today about something slightly work-related, but more BathTub Weekend related. ANYWAYS!
Speaking of BathTub weekend, I'm going to see the Sat evening show of Suessical, and then I'm going to swim to the bridge for the fireworks, with the rest of the crew, just like every year. Hopefully this year, my current significant other, won't be so douchely about things (see here for details and eye-hurtingly unspaced paragraphs). Then I'm going wherever the party is, and--entertaining myself. Uh-oh, I can feel the disapproval already. Not only Amay, but Kevin, too, now that he's back!
Updates on the Brianna-Rob situation, anyone?
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
in the interest of fresh content
I have the opportunity while Sean butt-heads (that's the verb of being a butt-head) to blog, so I shall do so. Yeah. So Sean's being a butthead. I hate it when we're both snappy with each other, as now. It is something that must be stopped. Or at least refrained from.
Today I worked my first straight-through, with Amay in the morning. and others in the evening. I've never worked with Amay alone before, and it was awesome! We talked of boys, and movies (big surprise), and I screwed up the popcorn many times. I don't know why I suck at it so. I think it might actually be the oil pump though, because half the time, I'm utterly positive I flicked the oil switch, and the oil bucket is full. But no-one else does it, so maybe I'm just a lunatic. That's cool, too!
Amay tried to teach me ice cream, but it was not to be. Customers kept interrupting, and you can't ignore the popper. When it beckons, you obey--or else! But at least I learned how to make a sundae, and a pretzel! Only a few more things to go, and I'll be able to be a full-fledged ice cream person!
It occured to me while ordering a wrapzel, how Gator cannot order a single thing at the ice cream stand at my work. If it doesn't kill her (ice cream, cheese), it'll send her to hell (meat). Or at least make her feel guilty, for all the poor slaughtered whatever-it-is-that-is-in-pepperoni's.
So yeah, I had a seven-hour shift, and I breaked NOT A ONCE! I am an industrious Pinto. There was also a screw-up on next weeks schedule, so I might be getting a scheduled break double! WOO-HOO! This week I have nine shifts, and if I get the break double next week, I'll have six. Hopefully, my budget will pan out for Sean's b-day present, and tuition deposit. I'll have ZERO spending money, though, and if I do, it'll be spent on augmenting Sean's gift. I'm so excited!
I was thinking today, how cool it would be if one of my sisters married a Jew. Sherayna was interested in a Witness for a while there. She's so prudish, I think she might as well date him. Though I wouldn't enjoy being told I was going to hell daily by TWO different family members. That would kinda suck. But yeah if one of my other sisters married a Jew, it would be sweet! But Tina married an agnostic who she's on and off with, and Trish had two kids with some black guy I've never met. He COULD be an Ethiopian Jew...but I seriously doubt it. lol!
Ok, I'm random. I feel like cuddling a certain pigheaded boy. I do love him so!
Today I worked my first straight-through, with Amay in the morning. and others in the evening. I've never worked with Amay alone before, and it was awesome! We talked of boys, and movies (big surprise), and I screwed up the popcorn many times. I don't know why I suck at it so. I think it might actually be the oil pump though, because half the time, I'm utterly positive I flicked the oil switch, and the oil bucket is full. But no-one else does it, so maybe I'm just a lunatic. That's cool, too!
Amay tried to teach me ice cream, but it was not to be. Customers kept interrupting, and you can't ignore the popper. When it beckons, you obey--or else! But at least I learned how to make a sundae, and a pretzel! Only a few more things to go, and I'll be able to be a full-fledged ice cream person!
It occured to me while ordering a wrapzel, how Gator cannot order a single thing at the ice cream stand at my work. If it doesn't kill her (ice cream, cheese), it'll send her to hell (meat). Or at least make her feel guilty, for all the poor slaughtered whatever-it-is-that-is-in-pepperoni's.
So yeah, I had a seven-hour shift, and I breaked NOT A ONCE! I am an industrious Pinto. There was also a screw-up on next weeks schedule, so I might be getting a scheduled break double! WOO-HOO! This week I have nine shifts, and if I get the break double next week, I'll have six. Hopefully, my budget will pan out for Sean's b-day present, and tuition deposit. I'll have ZERO spending money, though, and if I do, it'll be spent on augmenting Sean's gift. I'm so excited!
I was thinking today, how cool it would be if one of my sisters married a Jew. Sherayna was interested in a Witness for a while there. She's so prudish, I think she might as well date him. Though I wouldn't enjoy being told I was going to hell daily by TWO different family members. That would kinda suck. But yeah if one of my other sisters married a Jew, it would be sweet! But Tina married an agnostic who she's on and off with, and Trish had two kids with some black guy I've never met. He COULD be an Ethiopian Jew...but I seriously doubt it. lol!
Ok, I'm random. I feel like cuddling a certain pigheaded boy. I do love him so!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
ack! I have become high maintenance!
that's right. income=vanity. Pinto is a'goin to hell!
In other news, I am now graduated and mature. ffff-ch, yeah right. but I am graduated, despite many grad fee problems and a missing text. I have to sort that out this week, cause I KNOW I returned everything.
Dry Grad was fantastic. Tim won many unneeded dollars, as did Taylor Kulai. Tim I can forgive, Taylor can go to hell. But on a lighter note, everything was super cool! I went swimming, and skating, and ate a whole ton of food. I tried a bunch of stuff, like minigolf, and the fun thing that shoots you backward on a bungee rope. SUPER awesome! I also got my butt whipped by boy Spencer on the inflateable duelling thing. There was foosball, but I didn't partake. I wish there had been airhockey. That would have been sweet! There was also a psychic who told me that my plans for the future with Sean, and my career seemed over-all positive. This came as good news to me, because I'd been unhappy with me and Sean's relationship lately. One of the tarot cards was about letting go of small problems, and since I've started doing that more often, I've been a lot more happy with Sean. (except for yesterday when he was an hour late meeting me, and we only had an hour to spend together. that kinda ticked me off.)
Other than that, I've been working like carazay, and wasting my money on eating out and makeup. I've got the bar-none BEST idea for Sean's birthday, though! I can't mention anything here, because of course, he reads this, but suffice it to say, I'm aiming on the best birthday ever, and now that I have an income, I can supply it! I'm sorry, Geoff, and Chris, for being poor while I dated you. That made our relationships much crappier while they lasted.
I'm still obsessed with getting married. And the bad thing that's encouraging it all is that once I get my ICBC settlement from the accident, I can make that dream a reality! Scary hey? I was reading something on Barbara's blog about how we're all growing up, and moving away, and how weird that is. Imagine if I got maried! Wow.
It still hasn't hit me yet that I'm gradded. I won't be coming back. NOT EVER.
It's been almost a year since I finally wrote Geoff off. I don't know why that came up, but I just thought of that. I hope one day we can be friends.
So today, me and Sean are going to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I am so excited to be in a different theatre! Although I know I'll be watching the way they make the popcorn all scrutinizing like! I'm such a psycho. So I better finish this up, so we can go do that! I'm off!!!
In other news, I am now graduated and mature. ffff-ch, yeah right. but I am graduated, despite many grad fee problems and a missing text. I have to sort that out this week, cause I KNOW I returned everything.
Dry Grad was fantastic. Tim won many unneeded dollars, as did Taylor Kulai. Tim I can forgive, Taylor can go to hell. But on a lighter note, everything was super cool! I went swimming, and skating, and ate a whole ton of food. I tried a bunch of stuff, like minigolf, and the fun thing that shoots you backward on a bungee rope. SUPER awesome! I also got my butt whipped by boy Spencer on the inflateable duelling thing. There was foosball, but I didn't partake. I wish there had been airhockey. That would have been sweet! There was also a psychic who told me that my plans for the future with Sean, and my career seemed over-all positive. This came as good news to me, because I'd been unhappy with me and Sean's relationship lately. One of the tarot cards was about letting go of small problems, and since I've started doing that more often, I've been a lot more happy with Sean. (except for yesterday when he was an hour late meeting me, and we only had an hour to spend together. that kinda ticked me off.)
Other than that, I've been working like carazay, and wasting my money on eating out and makeup. I've got the bar-none BEST idea for Sean's birthday, though! I can't mention anything here, because of course, he reads this, but suffice it to say, I'm aiming on the best birthday ever, and now that I have an income, I can supply it! I'm sorry, Geoff, and Chris, for being poor while I dated you. That made our relationships much crappier while they lasted.
I'm still obsessed with getting married. And the bad thing that's encouraging it all is that once I get my ICBC settlement from the accident, I can make that dream a reality! Scary hey? I was reading something on Barbara's blog about how we're all growing up, and moving away, and how weird that is. Imagine if I got maried! Wow.
It still hasn't hit me yet that I'm gradded. I won't be coming back. NOT EVER.
It's been almost a year since I finally wrote Geoff off. I don't know why that came up, but I just thought of that. I hope one day we can be friends.
So today, me and Sean are going to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I am so excited to be in a different theatre! Although I know I'll be watching the way they make the popcorn all scrutinizing like! I'm such a psycho. So I better finish this up, so we can go do that! I'm off!!!
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