enamoured | I'm taking my time now.

This is not good at all.

I am filling out the last of my application form for the National Urban League, and their site is down and I need to make another copy of this form for the ap. Grr...

Okay. Breathe.

The past few days have been weird. Yesterday I got my senior pictures taken, and as soon as I get the proofs and junk, I may scan 'em for you all. Or something. [shrugs] I wore one of those sweaters that has the collar and sleeves--it's light yellow--black pants, and the jacket I got for Christmas. I bought the outfit at about 11 the night before at Wal-Mart. I was going to wear another outfit, but my mom was like, "Do you have ANYTHING else?" in this slightly exasperated tone, so... we went up there and found some nice black pants, but they were TOO big and we almost gave up because EVERYTHING we found was in a freaking PETITE, when we found the ones in the right size. And then I grabbed the sweater (why yellow, I will never know), and we went on our merry little way.

So. The day before that. I went to Sears to take my driver's test. I did my practice run, and my instructor told me that I had two choices: I could either take the test, or I could not take the test, and come back anytime I felt ready to take it, and I wouldn't have to pay again and all that. But, you know, I've been pretty pissed about not being able to drive lately, and I was like, I am TAKING this test, come hell or high water! So I said I was certain I was ready, and went about taking it.

So I'm driving, and I was on a main road and I had to take a turn on this other road. It was about three, and kids were getting out of school, and there's this bus at my turn. And I swear, I blanked. I didn't know if I needed to turn, slow down, or stop. So I slowed to a stop.

Wrong move. The instructor told me I failed because I wasn't supposed to stop, and I burst into tears. It was SO drama queen, I know, but I have taken the freaking test two times already and I STILL haven't passed it! I'm not even talking sniffling or anything like the second time; I am talking sobbing and gasping for air crying. At the wheel. I couldn't help it. But I had to finish the test.

When we got back to the place I called my mom to pick me up and I was like, "Maaaama [sniff], I [sniff] faiiiiled agaaaaaaaaaain!" I was crying in the boys' department at Sears. She was trying to comfort me and said she had a surprise for me and to just wait a minute for her. I was still a huge mess and sniffling, so I went to the bathroom downstairs to try to get myself together. Finally Mom called me and I went back upstairs and she was waiting for me. Long story short: Mom vowed to pay for another test 'til I passed, blah blah. And I got out to the car and she'd bought me an inital bag. It's Carolina blue with a dark blue C, and it has a matching wallet and cell phone case. She also got me a charmbracelet with lots of "C"s hanging off it.

Later, I got a t-shirt at Old Navy (it's brown and says "Just a Waitress Until I'm Discovered"), and we went out to eat and junk after that. Whoo. Hoo.

Tomorrow I have to send off my UNC ap and my NUL scholarship packet, and I have a dentist's appointment. Grr.