(i like driving in my car)

// 'My my my it’s a beautiful world
I like driving in my car
Roll the top down sometimes I travel quite far
Drive to the ocean stare up at the stars
I like driving in my car.
And still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets?
Now I leave the party early at least with no regrets
I watch the sun as it comes up; I watch it as it sets
Yeah, this is as good as it gets.' //

well, i got my first sunburns of the season: first at graduation and then a drivers side burn when i was coming home. that means that the sun is probably out a lot when im around, which is nice, but irritating because i burn like crazy. you know. [i can never marry someone who isnt tan-ish because we would have clear children.] but i didnt even really notice until someone told me congratulations about my tan. i laughed about that. but maybe i am a little darker in those two spots? and i am not even one of those people that minds having tan lines. im proud of tan lines cause i never have any. and earlier my mother was talking to my little sisters about an experiment with a hotdog, and what happens is that you put sunscreen on one half of it, but not on the other and then leave it in the summer sun for a while. and according to my ten-year-old sister "one half looks like daddy cooked it [and that means its burned] and the other half looks like church cooked it [that means it was cooked in mass numbers, and it wasnt even given proper enough time to cook all the way.]" what is it about food cooked in mass that automatically loses all appeal? if i ever get around to cooking things fit to eat and then i go on to cook in mass, i plan to make things taste good, even if i did make 100 of them.
and i get home, and all i actually wanted was some peas. [or some other real food i guess.] but no such luck. all we had to eat was cereal or something else that i didnt want. i had cereal. and i love cereal, i do, but i really wanted peas. they could go with the hotdog and the macandcheese, that i also want.
anyway, so i finally finally finished packing, sortof, [im desperately hoping that i didnt forget anything drastically important.]and it was, of course, miserable, and then i drovedrovedrove home and i got home and my house is all different, and it all looks weird and stuff, but pretty sweet, i guess and then i took a shower. i am happy to report that everything else may look different, but the shower looks mostly the same. and on sunday, i also learned that i dont actually know how to clean out bathtubs, because when you rinse it, half the time the dirty water just gets swirled around again. and i never noticed it happening so much as yesterday. my mother told me i could practice cleaning the bathtub all summer so i could figure it out. isnt she great?
and then after a while i went to sleep, but then what do you know my mother woke me up at 10 in the morning, which is waaaaay to early. so i am still humongously sleepy. and im sore from carrying everything to my car. but i am not sore from carring everything to my house, because everything is in my car still. im not allowed to bring it inside, actually. you know. my car is really squasched up with stuff. i could barely barely even see out the window or any of them. but i could see enough [sortof] not to get pulled over, and to get home, and those are of the important goals for the week accomplished. other goals are still in the works. im all ambitious and i would set myself some really huge impressive goals, but i think that it contributes to my sense of failure when i set the goals so large that i can even reach them. i do that a lot. so one goal is to set reasonable goals. o yeah, and another goal on the way home was to put air in my tires, but i forgot how so i called my father, of course, and he was trying to explain, but that wasnt working so he told me to go find some gas station guy and look helpless. he knows me pretty well, i guess.
and another goal is to learn how to dance this summer from my ghetto neighborhood. that would be really awesome. but my mother says that halfway into the dance lesson, they would probably shoot me or something because i would just be that awful. its possible, i suppose, but not likely.

Posted 5/23/2005 3:03 PM