Sunday, November 05, 2006
2:13 PM
So there I was, driving down the Highway, singing along to my favorite song, the sun is warm on my cheek, when I realized that I was speeding. Nothing too unusual, in fact it would probably be more unusual if I had been driving the speed limit. I don't think too much about it because i've been fairly lucky and have yet to be pulled over. I continue on thinking about school, work, boys, and other things and forget completely about the other cars. I pull myself out of my little thought bubble for a second to realize that the white car coming towards me was not just any old white car-it was a cop. Crap. I put on the breaks for a feeble attempt to slow down enough that they won't pull me over. The car passes and I watch in my rearview mirror as the car taps on the breaks and continues driving. I start thinking that maybe they aren't going to pull me over after all. Maybe this is my lucky day. And that was when the car slammed on it's breaks, turned around, and put on its lights. Oh, great, i'm screwed. I pull over immediately in a jerky sort of way and turn off my car and begin fumbling around looking for my license and registration. The cop, who happens to be a woman, gets out of her car and very slowly walked up towards the car. It was almost as if she was scared I was going to attack her or something. She comes up to the window and informs me that she pulled me over because I was speeding. Wow, no kidding. She asks for my license and registration, which I still haven't managed to find because my hands are shaking so bad I can hardly grab ahold of anything. Eventually I find it and hand it over to her and she heads back to her car. As I sit in the car and pray for a warning and wonder what my parents are going to say, the lady comes back with my registration, which is the expired copy, my ticket, and my $119 fine. She says something about pleading guilty and I say whatever and sign my ticket. She tells me to have a nice day. I wanted to tell her to stand behind my car while I back up. And so was my first speeding ticket. I'm kind of suprised I didn't cry or have some sort of nervous break-down because of it. Actually, I was rather calm. I was a little dissappointed that I didn't even attempt to get out of it. No excuses, no nothing. I just sat there and took it. It took forever. Oh well. As much as I speed, it's a miracle that I haven't been pulled over sooner.
Other than that, my weekend was pretty uneventful. On friday my parents took me grocery shopping, which is always welcomed. It was really fun, actually. My parents are so strange and I love it. We went to a little cafe type of resaraunt and our waitress was 90 years old and spunky to boot. It was great. She asked me if I wanted more tea. I said that I did and off she went with my tea. My tea never made it back. We just hope she didn't take it to someone else's table. On saturday, I watched the game, except for the middle of it because I was too nervous, so I took a nap instead. Then I went to kearney to visit Holly. Because of Holly's fine taste of cuisine, we ate at McDonald's. Oh, Holly, you know I love you. We went to Target and I got a beautiful purse that I can no longer afford after my speeding ticket. We went to the mall and wal-mart and then we watched a movie at Holly's dorm. I really miss dorm life. I'd go back in a heartbeat. A pretty quiet night, but still fun. So then I drove back home, singing loudly to This Providence. I realized that I could harmonize last night and now i'm obsessed. Especially with This Providence and Time and Distance. It's and unhealthy addiction. I hardly listend to anything else anymore. I really should venture out and try something new but it's sooo good.
Okay, well, that's enough for now. I'm at work and very bored to chances are, i'll be back.