The Crappy Goose Chase, Or, God Hates Drivers

Blog No. 96: The Crappy Goose Chase, Or, God Hates Drivers

Wake up time: 6:06 AM

I snoozed for most of the time between 6 and 8.

I got up and took a shower, finally, somewhere around that time. Then the shower kind of called my name in a more soothing tone... I need to replace the shower curtain... Lewis Black is super funny out of context... 

Wake up time: 9:08 AM

The hot water faded away. The symphony in my head had reached its climactic end, unfortunately. So I walked out and the mirror was completely fogged over and wet. I'm not used to my old bathroom anymore. D:

Got dressed, met the deadline of 10 AM. Judge Judy played in my room. 

Walked downstairs to see my mom taking care of Lennox. Then I waited on a slightly uncomfortable chair and ottoman combo. The seat cushion might as well be invisible for what it's worth. So I slouched... and slouched... and slouched into a reclining position, dreaming of sisters and courtdates...

Wake up time: 11:48 AM

"I thought you guys were leaving at 10 to practice driving?" Audrey slowly walked downstairs from the master bedroom.

Crap. Why the hell am I still tired?

So I stretched, again, and bounced back up. 

First we dropped off the van at my aunt's work to trade it with my car, which is currently her drive around town vehicle. Then I drove all the way downtown to Broadway. Drove up to the DMV. Then drove out of the DMV parking lot, because it was nearly 2 and I still had an hour to kill. 

So I drove... and drove... and drove... I ended up at Sac State. 

Crap. Went too far...

I tried driving back the way I came. I traveled down Folsom boulevard for the longest time. Then I drove up Folsom. Down Folsom. Up Folsom. 

Piper called, so I pulled over in front of a bagel bakery. "Kind of driving right now. Will call later!"

Then I drove down Folsom. Up Folsom. Down Folsom.

Kaylah texted, twice, so I pulled over in front of a large, decapitated head of a female statue. It went like:

1) Some of my family is coming up during that weekend you and Angela are coming, so is there any way you can entertain her during that time? I haven't seen them since July. :P

2) Crap. Wrong weekend. Please disregard last message! :)

My mom spoke up and asked what I was doing, to put it mildly. To put it bluntly, she made me super nervous. I told her my brilliant plan, travel down Folsom to look for Broadway. It was then when she said, "Both Folsom and Broadway are parallel to eachother."

Crap. I'm lost on the outskirts of downtown. 

Bad place to be before a driver's test. 

So I drove the opposite direction I was going to reach Sac State, again. Then I crossed a neighborhood street to get onto J street. Then I swirled around the numbered streets in decreasing order until I reached Alhambra, which was between 30th and 31st. 

I pulled over at Del Taco because the car was getting too hot. I realized how nervous I was when I went into the bathroom to wet my face. I stared into the mirrorless white brick wall and felt trickles of near-clear liquid droplets down my face, 1% of which was self produced. 

Crap. Mental breakdown.

I decided to call back Piper, "It's complicated, I'm not going to take the test." Which was true. I needed a soda... And some excedrin...

My mom said, "You still have some time, dear. Just relax for a minute, eat your quesadilla, and we'll hit the DMV." 

I was silly. It's easy enough, right? It's like a normal test, only you have someone watching your every move and mark you down for whatever move you make... A peeping tom with a California State worker's salary... 

I ate my cheddar quesadilla, no green sauce, and munched on a few fries. Once I got food in my system, and after a giant gulp of soda, I was ready to hit the streets again.

I reached the DMV, concealing highly pumped adrenaline coursing through my body. When I went up to the counter, I told them my name and liscence number. Before I gave him the insurance and registration for the Malibu, the pudgy, indian homo said in the most defiant tone he could produce, "Sorry, you're not scheduled for an appointent today."

... Shit.

I could feel the corners of my mouth were searing with pain. I realized I must be containing misguided, blinding white fury into my face. I must've looked creepy. So after a second, I gave him an, "Aww, I'll have to try again next time."

I didn't want to deal with it anymore. I walked out of the DMV, resisting the urge to flip the building off realizing how silly that would look. I sat in the driver's seat, passed the paper work to my mom, and pulled out of the DMV. My mom was filled in between deep, calming breaths.

She busted up laughing all the way home.

...

Then she told my aunt, and they busted up laughing together in stereo.

...

I'm going to the South Sac DMV from now on.

And Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow

Don't Stop---Fleetwood Mac

Blog No. 19: How Many People Does it Take to Screw in a Lightbulb?

Just one. *smiles*

Insert sense of accomplishment here.

I was all handy and whatnot with my too large wrench and no know how of automobiles. I got fed up with waiting, so I walked to Kragen Auto Parts and asked for a directional light bulb for my 2004 Chevy Malibu. They walked me though most of it. Totally twisted some knobby thingys and pulled out a panel doodad. Pulled off some bulbs and pushed the new ones in. I totally had some grease on my hands too! *lawl*

So my car is workable now. Just needs a spit shine and it will all be good! I'm excited! Tehe.

And as far as the driver's test, I believe I'll be prepared for it, granted anything doesn't go wrong first. *KNOCKS ON WOOD*

*lawl* Sexual innuendo.

Anywho, I'm going to combine two of my blog ideas together into this one because I've already written about my positive moment today.

Here's my schedule:

Biology TTh 6:00-9:10 PM
Chemistry MW 8:00-9:20 AM (Lec) & 9:45 AM-12:50 PM (Lab)
Italian TTh 2:45-4:50 PM
Piano MW 1:30-2:50 PM
Choir TTh 10:30-11:50 AM
Spanish TTh 7:30-9:35 AM
Archery (Waitlisted)

The idea is that I may replace Spanish with Archery, but I'm not sure. I will consult a counselor tomorrow.

Oy... Tomorrow...

Speak For Yourself, You Paper Tigers

The Resistance---Anberlin

Blog No. 18: Or Not...

This two word phrase can work with many things today.

I could be studying for my chemistry assessment test... Or not.

I could be sleeping in tomorrow... Or not.

My car's right rear blinker light could be working... Or not.

I could be driving my way to a driver's liscence on Friday... Or not.

In other words. It sucks right now.

In other news, I watched the movie The Truman Show, which I've apparently seen before but do not remember in the least bit.

The movie was about how a TV corporation adopts a child, then creates a perfect little world filled with actors and cameras everywhere, watching his every move, keeping him in the bubble to create a TV show of his life. I know that TV really strives for reality, but this is plain barbaric. The movie itself was very good. It centralized on this man, Truman Burbank, played by Jim Carey, as he starts noticing things that seemed out of place. Too sane, too ordinary.

At every turn, there is an intricate web of guards that keep this one man from escaping into the outside world. The TV exec controlled every aspect of his life as he grew up, including whom he would be best friends with and whom he ended up marrying. And the entire world watched this 24-hour show, growing up with his "Good morning and if I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!" life. It really explores the question of if you could create the perfect, painless world, would you sacrifice their free will to put them in it?

6-CENSORED-6

Blog No. 9: Liscence Plates

Today's errands involved waiting in line at the DMV, but not for what you think. We went in because my mom recieved liscence plates for the new T&C last week, but she did not like them because they had the letters 'F' and 'R,' with a letter 'K' in the middle of it. My mom was all freakin' out because it is remarkably similar to what she would consider as a text version of a profanity word. So the rest of us basically laughed about it for a week. It was unanimous that my mom kept these plates with my sister's and aunt's co-workers, but no. We waited for half an hour to replace these plates. At least they waived the fee for the replacement.

You know it was just recently that my mom made copies of my car's insurance. It's sitting right in front of me right now. Taunting me.

We had taken the Malibu too. Just to be safe because the T&C did not have the plates attached yet...

COME ON. I'm AT the DMV. Proof of liscence and registration within grasping distance. Liscenced driver willing to wait thirty minutes in line to replace seemingly offensive plates. A set of Malibu keys in my possession. I felt so close to that liscence I could've inhale the laminated plastic in my hand!

So we wait, yet again, for the stupid liscence...

It's eating me up inside.

*sigh*

I'm not thinking about it...

Santa Cruz in two days!

... Still not thinking about it...

Why can't I COMMENT???

Blog No. 8: Grr Can't Comment on Blogger...

This better be a temporary thing man.

To Angela, WTH? What the hell were you doing driving at night, blindfolding eachother, ordering a SOB, burning a teddy bear? And why wasn't I there???

Anyways, I'm contemplating on going to Santa Cruz in three days to see Kaylah again. :D

However, I have a dilemma of getting my driver's liscence. I scheduled a driving test for monday a month ago, thinking that I would be ready by then. Today, I went driving up and down Truxel and Northgate between my house and my mom's apartment. Both Kaylah and Dustin gave me some insight as to what I should be looking out for during the test. Plus, the next appointment I scheduled won't be until February 6th, and I'm impatient when it comes to my driving. So I'm seriously considering doing the test monday.

So it comes to either taking my driver's test or going to Santa Cruz. I need to drive if I'm going to be driving to school and help my family. I would have to get my mom out of denial, seeing as she believes that she, with her track record of pains and aches, or my busy single-parent aunt, or my pregnant sister can drive me place to place. But then again, I could be seeing Kaylah, and come on. If you met her, you'd understand the reason for the dilemma.

Kaylah or Driving... Hmmm...


In other news, Patric called me today talking about a sleepover. Whether it will happen is up in the air, but if it does it could happen right after the baby shower. I'm pretty psyched, but cautious because Patric is planning something 'eventful'.

I just hope I don't go home with pink hair... Again...

A Man and His Car

Blog No. 7: A Man and His Car

If you'd met me, you'd know that I don't fall into the typical male stereotypes. I don't like sports. I don't look forward to the day where I can buy my first beer. I talk, I don't make cheezy pick up lines or pointless references to anything in my pants. But I discovered today that I do have an ounce of the male genome in me. There's nothing like the feeling I get after I cleaned the 2004 silver Chevy Malibu and say that "I have just cleaned my car."

I walked outside in the cold, dark night to clean my car's windshield. My mom complained about the window being smeared and foggy day after day. And I mean day after day. Sure I'm forgetful, but still. And I thought I was just taking the windex outside to spray and wipe the inside of the windshield, so I just walked outside without my jacket and shoes. After I wiped the inside of the window clean of any smudges, I thought I might as well do the outside. Then I noticed the windows were very filthy from bird droppings and decided to clean those. Then I saw some smudges on the inside of the backseat windows from when my aunt used the car to drop off and pick up her kids everyday, (why she doesn't use the bigger and fancier light blue Chrystler T&C I could never figure out...). Then I saw how there were water-stains on the seats, and not just the run of the mill stains, big ol' "Mommy! I have to go potty!" and "Hey! Don't spill my soda!" stains. I started using the Clorox brand wipes to scrub the water stains on the seats. In between the rug burns on my knuckles and my frost bitten feet, I grabbed the discarded tissues and the McDonald's straws into the paper bag.

21 used Clorox wipes, 18 wet paper towels, 2 frozen feet, and a bag full of garbage later, I decided to call it a night. But there is still work to be done on the car, like clean out the glove box, vacuum the rugs, and torch the stuff in the trunk with a flame thrower. Hopefully, that's a plan for Saturday before my Santa Cruz trip...

Oh yeah I'm going to Santa Cruz on Sunday! :D