A lot of little things happened today. First, I saw Chris Healey (Kensington St. neighbor) at Blockbuster while waiting for Shaune to get off work, which was unexpected, yet cool!

Then, while at Tysons with Shaune, guess what song was playing on the little mall radio thingy — “MMMBop”! I totally flipped, I mean, how often does a mall play Hanson? I was like, omg, it’s “MMMBop”! Shaune was like, that’s great, Claire. Haha.

Also, since I was pissed at Dad for not letting me drive more than 5 miles at once in any car, I was just like, okay, screw that, and drove Shaune and I to Tysons. And no, nothing bad happened. It went perfectly fine. I happen to like driving long distances ’cause I can listen to whatever music I want, as loud as I want, crappily sing along to what I want, and nobody cares, lol. Plus, it’s great for “me” time The only downside is if I have to drive the Toyota, which I suck at, then get frusturated with, then get upset … like today.

I was originally supposed to drive the Toyota to Blockbuster today at 4 to pick up Shaune, but before that, my dad suggested that I practice a little (hell, I needed it!), so I did. Big mistake. I did the worst job ever of backing out of the driveway (shaking like anything), couldn’t shift smoothly, Dad got in so I could watch his feet (made it look so damn easy), then I get in again, and no matter what I do, can’t even make the fuckin’ thing move. Didn’t matter what order I pushed in the gas and let off the clutch, it stalled every time. By then I’m on the verge of tears, ’cause days ago I could do it fine, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me (nervousness mixed with hot and humid weather?). Heck, I still don’t. I hate that car! Then Dad got in and drove us back home, and let me take the van (the good car) to Shaune’s. And again made driving the thing look (key word = look) so damn easy. I swear, I will never master the stick. The day I get myself a blue, automatic VW Beetle I will never ask for anything else in my life, lol. That’s how much I hate sticks. I gotta admit, though, to whatever extent of mad that Dad was in about my sucky driving, he still let me drive the van, when originally I was supposed to call Shaune and tell her that I couldn’t pick her up. I was surprised, ’cause Dad hardly ever changes his mind to something not in his favor. Oh well, gotta give him props for that.

Ooh, idea time! I’m so gonna make a clique for people who hate sticks. Ahh … that’s gonna be so mentally rewarding when I find out that I’m not alone in my car preferences lol.