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*facepalm*
Mar. 18th, 2008 10:41 amThis seems to be the week of jarring reminders of adolescence. Or to clarify, realizing how awful/stupid/bitchy/amusing I actually was growing up as opposed to how I _thought_ I was. I feel like to complete the complete and total embarrassment I feel at this revalation, I should reread my old journals (been keeping them on and off since age 10 and have all of them in my room somewhere), be even MOAR embarrassed, and then call up my Dad and siblings and issue them a formal apology. I wonder if everyone goes through this at a certain point... lolz.
What's prompting this: I had my first driving class last night after a bit of a scramble finding the location on time. Talk about being trapped in an episode of Strangers with Candy. I'm both amused and thunderstruck at the collective idiocy of teenagers, but in the meantime get to be rather quietly smug about how the JOL restrictions so don't apply to me while they're all whining about how UNFAIR it is that they can't carry passengers nor can they drive after 12:30 am. Quietly though. No need to betray the fact that adults still feel the need to point and do a Nelson "HA HA" at other people every so often.
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anzovin and I seem to both be doing critical things we missed during our teenage years this week. For me it's drivers ed. For him, it's finding out what's so interesting about Playboy. No seriously, that's the reason he gave me for reading it last night while he worked out on the elliptical. I do find it a little sad that after a certain age and level of experience there's not all that much interesting about it other than the articles/stories. (Airbrushed blondes with big boobsicles? Eh.) And the marvelling at the longevity of Hugh Hefner, who really does have The Life and will probably never die because of it, LOL. I say good for him.
What else is going on... Considering the present upheaval I've been having I've been all over the fuck place emotionally and have at last come to the point where I just want to slap myself in the face, drink a couple of bottles of NOS and just plow through everything I need to get done that I've neglected doing in favor of constantly dealing with emo, cause the sun is still rising and setting and the days are getting away from me, plus I don't like how I get when I allow this sort of shit to get in far enough to drain my soul. Sooooo making the executive decision to pretty much shelve my emotional crap right now and try to regain the focus I had before I got sick a few weeks ago... speaking of which, OMFG can I ever be done with the residual coughing, please? So irritating.
And today's bit of fortune cookie wisdom, as read off of a... not a bumper sticker, but those things people put across their windshields that serves the same purpose:
JEEP GIRLS DO IT IN THE MUD.
That is all.
What's prompting this: I had my first driving class last night after a bit of a scramble finding the location on time. Talk about being trapped in an episode of Strangers with Candy. I'm both amused and thunderstruck at the collective idiocy of teenagers, but in the meantime get to be rather quietly smug about how the JOL restrictions so don't apply to me while they're all whining about how UNFAIR it is that they can't carry passengers nor can they drive after 12:30 am. Quietly though. No need to betray the fact that adults still feel the need to point and do a Nelson "HA HA" at other people every so often.
I do find it funny that
anzovin and I seem to both be doing critical things we missed during our teenage years this week. For me it's drivers ed. For him, it's finding out what's so interesting about Playboy. No seriously, that's the reason he gave me for reading it last night while he worked out on the elliptical. I do find it a little sad that after a certain age and level of experience there's not all that much interesting about it other than the articles/stories. (Airbrushed blondes with big boobsicles? Eh.) And the marvelling at the longevity of Hugh Hefner, who really does have The Life and will probably never die because of it, LOL. I say good for him.What else is going on... Considering the present upheaval I've been having I've been all over the fuck place emotionally and have at last come to the point where I just want to slap myself in the face, drink a couple of bottles of NOS and just plow through everything I need to get done that I've neglected doing in favor of constantly dealing with emo, cause the sun is still rising and setting and the days are getting away from me, plus I don't like how I get when I allow this sort of shit to get in far enough to drain my soul. Sooooo making the executive decision to pretty much shelve my emotional crap right now and try to regain the focus I had before I got sick a few weeks ago... speaking of which, OMFG can I ever be done with the residual coughing, please? So irritating.
And today's bit of fortune cookie wisdom, as read off of a... not a bumper sticker, but those things people put across their windshields that serves the same purpose:
JEEP GIRLS DO IT IN THE MUD.
That is all.
