Do I sound insensitive when I say I don't care?? Another class. Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel.....different Batman. Not that Frankie would ever really qualify as Batman, but whatever. Frankie is no longer the instructor. Mr. C. is now the instructor. We spent the entire class period (6hrs) discussing his past drinking binges and several different narcotics. For some reason, he kept looking at me when he talked about the drugs. I asked him why he kept looking at me. He said he didn't mean anything and then seemed surprised when he found out I drink. I apparently don't look like a partier. That's what he said anyway, right before he burst out laughing. I'm not sure if I like him or not. I also don't think I agree with the whole switching of the guard thing here in class. Frankie is now teaching Driving Improvement. Why take Frankie away in the middle? Stupid. Speaking of stupid, the Mickey Mouse Club was at it again. Today's topic of debate was Honda vs Hyndai. One of them thought both words were used to describe one vehicle. Um, no. The real problem was in the pronunciation. Seems they couldn't decide on how to say hyndai. They were all in agreement on the first syllable, it was the 'dai' that they were having trouble with. I kid you not, they argued about it for 10 minutes during lunch. 10! I was even asked how you pronounce it. I smiled and said, "I don't care." Irritation. The Ex-Con was slightly more tame today. He just winked a few times, asked me how far away from South High I lived and told me I should make the trip. Trip?? Huh? What? Him: "When you gonna make the trip?" Me: "What trip?" Him: "The trip to my house." I told him my "friend" may not like that too well. That didn't work with this guy cuz you know, "what he don't know won't hurt him." I saw Final Destination 2 today. There is no Devon Sawa. I recommend renting, no purchasing of movie tickets here people, it's not worth it. I thought the movies was hilariously funny ( in that "god this is awful" kind of way) which was evident to everyone else in the theater when I, in a stone-cold silent room, burst out laughing. I always manage to do that. Apparently I was the only one amused by flying appendages. Come on people, lighten up!! posted by Beth 11:55 PM . . . Wednesday, January 29, 2003 My undies are pale green with little flowers Does the color of my undies matter? No. Of course not. But neither does the color of George W. Bush's tie during the State of the Union Address. I actually watched some of it. During the beginning, while all the players were marching out, Tom Brokaw ( I think it was Mr. Brokaw, but I don't really care) stopped in the middle of his commentary to say, "[The President] is wearing a blue tie." Who cares? The man walking in front of him was wearing a red tie with white polka dots (actually several people seemed to be wearing that one.) I saw yellow ties, black ties with yellow strips, green ties, gray ties, kinda pink looking ties, ties of all colors. Did any of these other tie-sporting individuals get special recognition? No. Why? Because it doesn't matter! And just for the record, the tie wasn't solid blue. There was some sort of geometrical design in it. Perhaps the man who quite possibly could have been Tom Brokaw was just amazed that Bush's tie was straight. A little extra praise for him because he was wearing it around his neck and not tied around his forehead? The "special" kids always seem to do better with a little extra attention. I had a driving instruction yesterday. It was with a little, elderly lady. Imagine my surprise when she pulled along side the road on Rte. 40 and made me drive. I haven't driven in about 6 years so I was expecting her to take me to a parking lot or something to practice a little before unleashing me upon the unexpecting populace. When I asked her about she said in her grandmotherly voice, "Oh no, I always let my students drive the first day." I did quite well. I was surprised how easy it was. Just like riding a bike, she said, and she was right. She took me all over the damn place. I drove for 2 hours but it only took about 10 minutes for me to realize that, for her, the speed limit is as least 6 over the posted limit. Fine by me. I do so much better when I'm driving 50 than I do when I'm driving 25. I was on itty bitty country roads with extremely sharp turns, highways, city streets. You name it, I drove it. I went through Hagerstown, Clear Spring, Williamsport, Boonsboro, Smithsburg, some place called Pine's Burg. I got to see all the sites of the Antietam Battle field. It was a pleasant morning. I like her. I don't know her name, but I like her. She says helpful things like "That a girl" and "Well, I think your doing just fine." And when some psycho-bitch lady pulled out in front of me and almost killed us all she yelled "Son of a gun, can't you wait a minute??!!" It was fun. Well, apart from the almost dying it was fun. posted by Beth 6:06 PM . . . Monday, January 27, 2003 Someone put me outta my misery I Love You I have a smile stretched from ear to ear to see you walking down the road we meet at the lights I stare for a while the world around disappears just you and me on this island of hope a breath between us could be miles let me surround you my sea to your shore let me be the calm you seek oh and every time I'm close to you there's too much I can't say and you just walk away and I forgot to tell you I love you and the night's too long and cold here without you I grieve in my condition for I cannot find the strength to say I need you so oh and every time I'm close to you there's too much I can't say and you just walk away and I forgot to tell you I love you and the night's too long and cold here without you ~Sarah McLaughlin Why am I so stupid??!! My stomach hurts now. I'm gonna go watch Harvey. posted by Beth 4:49 PM . . . Sunday, January 26, 2003 Don't probe my holes unless I ask you to Another Driver's Ed class over. Three more to go. I remembered to bring lunch yesterday. Wouldn't know that when I remember, we aren't allowed to eat in the room anymore. We never were really allowed to but the instructor said he didn't care, we could. That was before the Mickey Mouse Club behind me threw popcorn and who knows what else all over the floor and didn't bother to clean it up. That hoggishness got the instructor in trouble and forced us all to crouch on the hallway floor like puppies and eat our lunches. Good times. The Ex-Con was there. Was my partner again. He has taken to winking at me. He asked me about my "man." I don't have a man, but he doesn't need to know this. I just side stepped around the question. He showed me a package of stuff he bought to increase his sex life. He assures me that he doesn't need it, that he's good for at least 3 hours of carnal bliss. It was apparently sitting next the ginseng energy package that he was buying and he wondered if it worked. Okay. I'm not gonna help him test it out. Then while we were watching a film about penetrating your fellow drivers space cushion, I felt something warm on me. He had stuck his finger in a hole in the back of my sweater and was feeling me. He told me I have soft skin. Eww. He also tried to steal my phone number from my MVA form. He said, "I'm gonna get that later, right?" The number, you perverts. Geez. I told him he best behave himself. He told me when he first got to class that morning that he had a "girl." But yet he wonders if we can "hook up during the day." Hell no. It's Superbowl Sunday. Hope everyone has a good time. I don't like football so I will be watching the Meg Ryan movies on TNN. Either TNN or TBS I can't remember which. I'll just keep flipping til I find them. Speaking of football, there were about a dozen kids playing football on the ballfield. Remember when I told you all about the screaming trees and the tractor trailor at the park? Well, last week, the City put a fence around the playground and old ballpark. Unfortunately for the City, kids around here aren't scared off by a fence. They just knocked part of it down so they could play. Every Thanksgiving and Superbowl (for as long as I can remember) kids have played football in that field, fence or no fence. Boys and their football. I'll never understand. posted by Beth 5:50 PM . . .
My undies are pale green with little flowers Does the color of my undies matter? No. Of course not. But neither does the color of George W. Bush's tie during the State of the Union Address. I actually watched some of it. During the beginning, while all the players were marching out, Tom Brokaw ( I think it was Mr. Brokaw, but I don't really care) stopped in the middle of his commentary to say, "[The President] is wearing a blue tie." Who cares? The man walking in front of him was wearing a red tie with white polka dots (actually several people seemed to be wearing that one.) I saw yellow ties, black ties with yellow strips, green ties, gray ties, kinda pink looking ties, ties of all colors. Did any of these other tie-sporting individuals get special recognition? No. Why? Because it doesn't matter! And just for the record, the tie wasn't solid blue. There was some sort of geometrical design in it. Perhaps the man who quite possibly could have been Tom Brokaw was just amazed that Bush's tie was straight. A little extra praise for him because he was wearing it around his neck and not tied around his forehead? The "special" kids always seem to do better with a little extra attention. I had a driving instruction yesterday. It was with a little, elderly lady. Imagine my surprise when she pulled along side the road on Rte. 40 and made me drive. I haven't driven in about 6 years so I was expecting her to take me to a parking lot or something to practice a little before unleashing me upon the unexpecting populace. When I asked her about she said in her grandmotherly voice, "Oh no, I always let my students drive the first day." I did quite well. I was surprised how easy it was. Just like riding a bike, she said, and she was right. She took me all over the damn place. I drove for 2 hours but it only took about 10 minutes for me to realize that, for her, the speed limit is as least 6 over the posted limit. Fine by me. I do so much better when I'm driving 50 than I do when I'm driving 25. I was on itty bitty country roads with extremely sharp turns, highways, city streets. You name it, I drove it. I went through Hagerstown, Clear Spring, Williamsport, Boonsboro, Smithsburg, some place called Pine's Burg. I got to see all the sites of the Antietam Battle field. It was a pleasant morning. I like her. I don't know her name, but I like her. She says helpful things like "That a girl" and "Well, I think your doing just fine." And when some psycho-bitch lady pulled out in front of me and almost killed us all she yelled "Son of a gun, can't you wait a minute??!!" It was fun. Well, apart from the almost dying it was fun. posted by Beth 6:06 PM . . . Monday, January 27, 2003 Someone put me outta my misery I Love You I have a smile stretched from ear to ear to see you walking down the road we meet at the lights I stare for a while the world around disappears just you and me on this island of hope a breath between us could be miles let me surround you my sea to your shore let me be the calm you seek oh and every time I'm close to you there's too much I can't say and you just walk away and I forgot to tell you I love you and the night's too long and cold here without you I grieve in my condition for I cannot find the strength to say I need you so oh and every time I'm close to you there's too much I can't say and you just walk away and I forgot to tell you I love you and the night's too long and cold here without you ~Sarah McLaughlin Why am I so stupid??!! My stomach hurts now. I'm gonna go watch Harvey. posted by Beth 4:49 PM . . . Sunday, January 26, 2003 Don't probe my holes unless I ask you to Another Driver's Ed class over. Three more to go. I remembered to bring lunch yesterday. Wouldn't know that when I remember, we aren't allowed to eat in the room anymore. We never were really allowed to but the instructor said he didn't care, we could. That was before the Mickey Mouse Club behind me threw popcorn and who knows what else all over the floor and didn't bother to clean it up. That hoggishness got the instructor in trouble and forced us all to crouch on the hallway floor like puppies and eat our lunches. Good times. The Ex-Con was there. Was my partner again. He has taken to winking at me. He asked me about my "man." I don't have a man, but he doesn't need to know this. I just side stepped around the question. He showed me a package of stuff he bought to increase his sex life. He assures me that he doesn't need it, that he's good for at least 3 hours of carnal bliss. It was apparently sitting next the ginseng energy package that he was buying and he wondered if it worked. Okay. I'm not gonna help him test it out. Then while we were watching a film about penetrating your fellow drivers space cushion, I felt something warm on me. He had stuck his finger in a hole in the back of my sweater and was feeling me. He told me I have soft skin. Eww. He also tried to steal my phone number from my MVA form. He said, "I'm gonna get that later, right?" The number, you perverts. Geez. I told him he best behave himself. He told me when he first got to class that morning that he had a "girl." But yet he wonders if we can "hook up during the day." Hell no. It's Superbowl Sunday. Hope everyone has a good time. I don't like football so I will be watching the Meg Ryan movies on TNN. Either TNN or TBS I can't remember which. I'll just keep flipping til I find them. Speaking of football, there were about a dozen kids playing football on the ballfield. Remember when I told you all about the screaming trees and the tractor trailor at the park? Well, last week, the City put a fence around the playground and old ballpark. Unfortunately for the City, kids around here aren't scared off by a fence. They just knocked part of it down so they could play. Every Thanksgiving and Superbowl (for as long as I can remember) kids have played football in that field, fence or no fence. Boys and their football. I'll never understand. posted by Beth 5:50 PM . . .
Someone put me outta my misery I Love You I have a smile stretched from ear to ear to see you walking down the road we meet at the lights I stare for a while the world around disappears just you and me on this island of hope a breath between us could be miles let me surround you my sea to your shore let me be the calm you seek oh and every time I'm close to you there's too much I can't say and you just walk away and I forgot to tell you I love you and the night's too long and cold here without you I grieve in my condition for I cannot find the strength to say I need you so oh and every time I'm close to you there's too much I can't say and you just walk away and I forgot to tell you I love you and the night's too long and cold here without you ~Sarah McLaughlin Why am I so stupid??!! My stomach hurts now. I'm gonna go watch Harvey. posted by Beth 4:49 PM . . . Sunday, January 26, 2003 Don't probe my holes unless I ask you to Another Driver's Ed class over. Three more to go. I remembered to bring lunch yesterday. Wouldn't know that when I remember, we aren't allowed to eat in the room anymore. We never were really allowed to but the instructor said he didn't care, we could. That was before the Mickey Mouse Club behind me threw popcorn and who knows what else all over the floor and didn't bother to clean it up. That hoggishness got the instructor in trouble and forced us all to crouch on the hallway floor like puppies and eat our lunches. Good times. The Ex-Con was there. Was my partner again. He has taken to winking at me. He asked me about my "man." I don't have a man, but he doesn't need to know this. I just side stepped around the question. He showed me a package of stuff he bought to increase his sex life. He assures me that he doesn't need it, that he's good for at least 3 hours of carnal bliss. It was apparently sitting next the ginseng energy package that he was buying and he wondered if it worked. Okay. I'm not gonna help him test it out. Then while we were watching a film about penetrating your fellow drivers space cushion, I felt something warm on me. He had stuck his finger in a hole in the back of my sweater and was feeling me. He told me I have soft skin. Eww. He also tried to steal my phone number from my MVA form. He said, "I'm gonna get that later, right?" The number, you perverts. Geez. I told him he best behave himself. He told me when he first got to class that morning that he had a "girl." But yet he wonders if we can "hook up during the day." Hell no. It's Superbowl Sunday. Hope everyone has a good time. I don't like football so I will be watching the Meg Ryan movies on TNN. Either TNN or TBS I can't remember which. I'll just keep flipping til I find them. Speaking of football, there were about a dozen kids playing football on the ballfield. Remember when I told you all about the screaming trees and the tractor trailor at the park? Well, last week, the City put a fence around the playground and old ballpark. Unfortunately for the City, kids around here aren't scared off by a fence. They just knocked part of it down so they could play. Every Thanksgiving and Superbowl (for as long as I can remember) kids have played football in that field, fence or no fence. Boys and their football. I'll never understand. posted by Beth 5:50 PM . . .
Don't probe my holes unless I ask you to Another Driver's Ed class over. Three more to go. I remembered to bring lunch yesterday. Wouldn't know that when I remember, we aren't allowed to eat in the room anymore. We never were really allowed to but the instructor said he didn't care, we could. That was before the Mickey Mouse Club behind me threw popcorn and who knows what else all over the floor and didn't bother to clean it up. That hoggishness got the instructor in trouble and forced us all to crouch on the hallway floor like puppies and eat our lunches. Good times. The Ex-Con was there. Was my partner again. He has taken to winking at me. He asked me about my "man." I don't have a man, but he doesn't need to know this. I just side stepped around the question. He showed me a package of stuff he bought to increase his sex life. He assures me that he doesn't need it, that he's good for at least 3 hours of carnal bliss. It was apparently sitting next the ginseng energy package that he was buying and he wondered if it worked. Okay. I'm not gonna help him test it out. Then while we were watching a film about penetrating your fellow drivers space cushion, I felt something warm on me. He had stuck his finger in a hole in the back of my sweater and was feeling me. He told me I have soft skin. Eww. He also tried to steal my phone number from my MVA form. He said, "I'm gonna get that later, right?" The number, you perverts. Geez. I told him he best behave himself. He told me when he first got to class that morning that he had a "girl." But yet he wonders if we can "hook up during the day." Hell no. It's Superbowl Sunday. Hope everyone has a good time. I don't like football so I will be watching the Meg Ryan movies on TNN. Either TNN or TBS I can't remember which. I'll just keep flipping til I find them. Speaking of football, there were about a dozen kids playing football on the ballfield. Remember when I told you all about the screaming trees and the tractor trailor at the park? Well, last week, the City put a fence around the playground and old ballpark. Unfortunately for the City, kids around here aren't scared off by a fence. They just knocked part of it down so they could play. Every Thanksgiving and Superbowl (for as long as I can remember) kids have played football in that field, fence or no fence. Boys and their football. I'll never understand. posted by Beth 5:50 PM . . .
