Driving You Crazy
So much for posting every day! I should never have said that was my intent, for now I look like a liar. Here, I'll post two posts today, and we'll just pretend I posted yesterday, okay?
Have I mentioned that being a girl sucks? I mean, I love being a girl, don't get me wrong - and I often think it must be much more fun than being a bloke - but sometimes it just stinks.
"Being a boy stinks every day."
"That's because you never shower."
"Oh yeah."
(That's a conversation my cousin SP and I had a while ago.)
Really, I shouldn't complain. Life is pretty easy for me -- but I have ben SO over-emotional lately. I guess that comes from being a teenager. At least i'm not as bad as Lindsay Lohan's character in Freaky Friday. "Ugh! You're ruining my life!" The scariest part of that movie is that there really are girls like that.
I love driving! It is my new favorite thing! Yesterday, my dad let me move the car into the driveway. On Sunday, we drove around his work area. Hopefully, I'll get my permit today, and then I'll be able to actually drive on real roads! (Legally.)
Most teens fight more with their parents when the latter are teaching them to drive. My dad and I are the exception. In fact, since I turned fifteen, my dad and I stopped getting on so well as we used to (I have no idea why). Driving together has changed that. It gives us something to do together, and we get along really well. I only make him a little nervous. I haven't hit a single thing! (Well, except that tree ... and that moose ... and the little Keebler elf....)
Pandora raido is my other new favorite thing! I love being able to listen to music that I, for the most part, like every song.
At the moment, I am listening to a bunch of random LDS artists that came up when I searched for Cherie Call.
http://www.pandora.com/
So... I haven't actually done much exciting this week, besides clean my room. I haven't even left the house, except to go to church and to drive. I'll try to be more exciting this week, just for you.
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