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Yes, an actual update! I have been doing nothing of consequence lately in real life, unfortunately. I went out with Da today and got some more CD-Rs and a book about how to get your Learner's Permit/Driver's License. Yes, the get Calypso her license plan continues unimpeded. As if I'm not already 'person most likely to kill someone' let's put me behind the wheel of a car! It's not that I wouldn't like driving, but I know myself far to well to be excited.
Fact 1. I have the hand eye coordination of a weeble-wooble
Fact 2. I like speed. The faster someone drives, the happier I am.
Does anyone see a problem with this combination?
And yes, I have, yet again, run myself out of CD-Rs, making my father accuse me of being addicted to burns. Hey, it means I don't have to pay Clarissa an arm and a leg to ship me CDs from London. I pointed this out and he admitted that it was cheaper in the long run.
Especially since I'm still considering gutting dearest Clarissa. Everyone in my family and most of my friends know I'm going stir-crazy and want to travel. So what does she do? Call me up at 2 am and rave about her visit to Brighton and Calais last weekend. *Growl* Needless to say I was not happy.
I've just decided to ask Da if we could head up to the range tomorrow and squeeze off a few clips. I need to physically vent at life right now. It might help. Although, the chances we'll actually get to go are scanty. Especially with Da's shoulder and elbow going bad, as well as the two fingers he crushed in a milling tool at work, but it's worth a try.
distressedFact 1. I have the hand eye coordination of a weeble-wooble
Fact 2. I like speed. The faster someone drives, the happier I am.
Does anyone see a problem with this combination?
And yes, I have, yet again, run myself out of CD-Rs, making my father accuse me of being addicted to burns. Hey, it means I don't have to pay Clarissa an arm and a leg to ship me CDs from London. I pointed this out and he admitted that it was cheaper in the long run.
Especially since I'm still considering gutting dearest Clarissa. Everyone in my family and most of my friends know I'm going stir-crazy and want to travel. So what does she do? Call me up at 2 am and rave about her visit to Brighton and Calais last weekend. *Growl* Needless to say I was not happy.
I've just decided to ask Da if we could head up to the range tomorrow and squeeze off a few clips. I need to physically vent at life right now. It might help. Although, the chances we'll actually get to go are scanty. Especially with Da's shoulder and elbow going bad, as well as the two fingers he crushed in a milling tool at work, but it's worth a try.