It seems our little brother's growing a mustache.

*cough*
Let's get through this without crashing...
When you are on your way to your grandparents' house for Thanksgiving, the last thing you're expecting is to be chased by either a drunk or a terrible, terrible driver. Really really fast. Because that's what happened to me and my sister. We were minding our own business when this crazy guy gets right up behind us. I happened to notice that he had swerved into the left lane more than once and was waiting until the very last second to brake whilst driving much too fast for comfort.
I know, because I was speeding very badly to get away from this loonie, but guess what? HE KEPT CATCHING UP WITH US!!!
I was horrified.
Today was much less eventful. I woke up, bummed around the house, took some medicine for whatever lovely fall/winter ailment has commandeered my upper respiratory system, got gas (I've led a very sheltered life as far as gas stations go), and set up a checking account (whee).
Which completely took it out of me, so I've been asleep since right after lunch.
Now I'm just waiting 'til that previous medicine has worn off so I can try some other drug. If I seem high to you during the next week or so, I probably am. :)

That's why parachutes aren't made of wood.

Amazingly, I have escaped being sick, as I foolishly went to the football game Friday night in the rather damp, less-than-warm weather without much protection from the elements.
Also, two of the three tests that were scheduled for tomorrow have been postponed. Thus, I shall not end the day drooling and convulsing. Maybe just a little bit of twitching and insane laughter after Calculus.
Best Buy apparently isn't interested in employing me during the holiday season, so I went to pick up an application at Cajun Cookers. Yes, I realize this is a food job, but I know the people that own the building and some of the other employees. And Mom says she's okay with me keeping the job as long as I want, so long as my schoolwork keeps up.
No problem...
I think.
So that's the update of the day. Don't expect one anytime soon, as you might be disappointed. But do check back at some point, I may have an amusing holiday anecdote.
And remember, celebrate Thanksgiving BEFORE you put up your Christmas tree.

Squiggly.

First off, click the link once you've read as much as you want.
Two, anyone wanna go see Finding Neverland this weekend? I've called dibs on the review.
Next, yes, I realize that I was in the paper this morning. I did, after all, give them a quote.
Sixth and lastly ... um ...
Can't wait 'til Thanksgiving break.

Goodbye, goodnight.

Stuff and things and stuff. The driving forces behind my life since Wednesday-ish have been car trouble and waiting to hear from Best Buy. Friday night I found out that I had no brake pads, so Saturday and Sunday were spent either in my mom's car or off the road. Very boring, but I did manage to sort my novelty socks from my regular socks. Also some work with my watercolors and an afghan. Anyhoo, my brakes were replaced and my radiator was ... I don't know, they did something to it ... Monday. And then this morning there was what we believed to be smoke coming from under the hood. So I call and tell Mom that it's doing so. It turned out to be steam. But that meant that something else had to be replaced. So it was.
Craziness.
And I finally called Best Buy, got my name and number out, and am ever so patiently awaiting a return call.
Also it is getting close to Thanksgiving and the official Christmas shopping season. Yay capitalism.
So I'm off to finish my homework. Yay rah.

Mmmmm...pi!

Bow before the queen of the uber-nerds! I may have been defeated in my bid for president of the Spanish club (actually, nearly all reasonably acceptable candidates were), but I have managed to capture that position in Mu Alpha Theta. We celebrate Pi Day with style. We work next-to-impossible math problems. We voluntarily take a test in the dead middle of winter. Whee.

Peter Pan Syndrome

Whee! I am now 18. To that effect, I have full rights as a citizen of the United States - I can vote, smoke, see R-rated movies, sign my own report cards, and go to the local mall without my mommy's supervision. Also, I can get a job and not be restricted by child labor laws, and be convicted as an adult for any felonies I may or may not commit.
So yeah, being an adult is cool, especially since I still feel like a minor ... just have to watch out for cops.
And practically the first thing I did was apply for a seasonal job at Best Buy. I went through a bit of pain for that one, too. My sister wouldn't give up the chair to the computer, so I had to either kneel or stoop or squat in front of the thing while filling out a 20 page personality assessment and who knows how much other information.
It'll be weird if I get that job. I mean...money? Work? What are these?
And another sign that I have finally hit adulthood - my grandmother got me a pair of jeans and I liked them. Remember when you were a little kid and you'd get clothes for Christmas? Yeah, grown-ups like that kind of stuff. But I'd still take cash any day.
If any more revelations arise, I'll be sure to jot them down.
But now it's calculus time. Unless it's Macbeth time.

Hello, fluffy.

Whee. In two days I'll be able to get into R rated movies, sign my own name on my report cards, and order things from the home shopping channel. Only that requires money. So whatever.
Seventeen has been a pretty good year, all things considered.
Mom's making strawberry cupcakes tomorrow night (yummmm). And hopefully I'll see most of everyone at lunch tomorrow. :)
Kinda tired now. So I leave.