I hate not being able to drive! Hate hate hate it! If I had my license, I would by now have orange stripey legs! Well, supposedly I would be a bronze goddess, but knowing me I would find some way to be orange. It never fails. But I'm getting off topic.
The problem is, (a) I'm thirteen years old, which is three years away from legal driving age; and (b) I'm too short to be able to really see very much above the dashboard. I'm short for my age, you see. Unlike the good boys and girls, I never drink milk. I seldom drink water. I live on Diet Coke and black coffee. Somehow it strikes people as strange that a thirteen-year-old enjoys black coffee, but I do. Hey, I also like red wine. And white wine... and champagne... oh, let's face it, I like alcohol. But, once again, I'm way off topic.
The worst part is that there is no solution that I can see for this driving dillemma of mine. I'm sure that there was at some point, but it's gone now.Of course, to simply WAIT would be ridiculous. How silly would you have to be to WAIT? I mean, honestly...
Anyway...
And now for something completly different!
I said in my last entry that Katie and Scott Fitzgerald (my sister and her new husband) got home around 9:30 last night from their honeymoon in Hawaii. Poor guys... Scott got sick and Katies Gludius Minimus (she has a small rear) got sunburned.
They brought along a suitcase that could seat a family of four... and the dog. Just a random tidbit of useless information.
They brought back great souveniers for the family; Everyone got an awesome personalized keychain, as well as something slightly MORE personal. I got a necklace that has a thong pendant(the shoe kind of thong; Get your minds out of the gutter!). Rachel got a little hula man for her car that looked a lot like her boyfriend, Jesse. Mom got a little gecko pendant. Dad got golf balls and something or other for fishing, as well as "Glass skirts", which are little multi-colored grass hula skirts that go around the bottom of wine glasses. My dad is big on wine, too.
On their honeymoon, they went snorkeling, sight-seeing... and the usual honeymoon type stuff. The rental car was a convertible -- no top. Katie had been considering getting her hair cut REALLY short. She was waffling for a while, until she and Scott started driving in the convertible. At that point, she turned to Scott and said "The hair is coming off!"
So, now she has an adorable pixie-cut. And my mother wants me to get one too. Which I wont. Im sorry, but I refuse to cut off my hair just to get boys... or girls... I mean, gods, I'm not even interested in anyone! Erg. I suppose that makes me strange, being the only one in the family with no desire to pair off. Harrumph. I'm off to sulk, and most likely shower. Ciao, bellas!
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