Ever.
That's weird isn't it? I really meant to take a picture of my Last First Day of School outfit, but I fell dead asleep at 930pm and somehow never got around to it... But it was a good one. Darn.
I know it's my last semester and that's a big deal and all, but I'm not going to think about it like that. I can't. Fall was hard enough because I kept saying to myself: this is my last fall ever in Provo. Which put all sorts of pressure on me to go to a ridiculous number of corn mazes and haunted houses and I just can't take that kind of anxiety. You see?
So yes, I graduate in April. Yes, I'm excited (I think...). And no, I don't want to talk about it.
In other news, I finally got around to getting a Utah Driver's License! Woohoo! One might ask why did you finally break down and get proof of residency when you are about to leave the state? The Sundance Film Festival is why. This year I decided to go with the Local's Pass which requires more substantial proof of residency than I've had to provide in years past. (Side note - Mom, I finally got a Utah license! Feel free to pass that info along to the car insurance people...)
I knew my time at the DMV was going to be a test of patience and positive thinking. Overall it wasn't too terrible (although there were a lot of crying babies, which works through the patience stores rather quickly...) I passed my test with 92%, missing one question about Military Personnel licenses and one about chemical tests (??). Won't it be wonderful when our hospitals are government-run agencies like our DMVs!
I didn't realize I was being watched the entire time I was at the Orem DMV. As I got up to leave, Creeper approached me and said "Hey how are you doing lady?" It took a minute for me to realize he wasn't trying to walk past me, he was trying to walk into me.
"Can I get your number? You wanna hang out sometime?"
"Oh, haha, no thanks!" And I scurried to the door. He followed.
"Dude you're real pretty. I just wanna be your special friend. Are you waiting for your ride? I am. We're gonna go pick up my brand new car. What's your name lady?"
"Have a nice day!" And I ran to my car.
Once I was in my car I seriously considered running back into the DMV to ask for a photo of him. A good photo of this Creeper would make the story so much better right? But I never worked up the nerve (or my good sense won out?) and I couldn't think or whose number I would give him when he insisted on a phone number in exchange for the photo. What a shame. Who can resist the line "Dude you're real pretty"...
Only photo I snapped was of him climbing into his buddy's car, presumably to pick up his brand new car. Hott.
10 comments:
Creepy. I'm glad you didn't go back in for a photo, but I'm sorry you didn't find a sketch artist to record his face for you while it was still fresh in your mind. How old was he? I don't like thinking about the fact that you're almost done with school either. We will really miss you next year, so let's live it up.
Dude, I think you're pretty too. And I have a brand new car (with a dent on the side) that I will totally pick you up in when you come to Portland!
You totally should have gone back for the picture. PS let's talk soon because I need to retell a horrific New Year's story to you. Key Topics - Singles Dance and 18 yr olds...
I missed those same questions too!
I agree with Creepy. You are Hott.
Hott.
So, I don't think it's the first day of school anymore.
Maybe time for an update?!
i miss you :( i haven't read your blog in a long time, so i just caught up. your amazing.
sorry, i just commented under my dog's account...which i didn't even know we had. so, peanut=summer
Hello peanut-summer!! When I read the comment-email from peanut somehow I knew it was you, even though it didn't say your name. I'm glad you caught up on the blog. I miss you too!!!
Post a Comment