I drove a car! exhilarama! Mucus in my chest makes my upper body hurt when I cough. it makes my arms hurt in the same way they hurt after you get an immunization. Ow!
I would be better off having a car I realize now. Sorry public transportation! You can only do so much. No one in my car is allowed to harrass other passengers and stink it up except for yours truly. As Becky Pierce might say (holla!): “In light of this situation, I present a plan.” Effective July 14, 2009, I will be entirely insurable again without a problem. Therefore I must convince my mother and father to let me drive the Corolla up to Minnesota sometime this summer and to do this I need evidence, I think, as to why I am competent enough to have a car in a big city. This led to me thinking about “traditional” accomplishments and how while I’ve come to value different things in recent times I still strive for very white bread All-American goals.
Example: Dean’s list. Honors college. UROP (which my parents are aware was entirely botched the last time but this time should work out alright). National Merit scholarship. Fuck! On paper I can be a genius.
Basically I’ll say anything to get that car up here but I think I should probably have some kind of written proposal since I sabotage any serious case as soon as I begin speaking. I’m feeling a powerpoint should do the trick. Each slide will be a reason I should drive a car. In between those slides will be Katy Perry songs for Mum and Taylor Swift for Dad (no like for real). Keep em engaged.
Don’t tell me I’m hilarious folks I don’t want to hear it! Just slide the key to that fine Japanese driving machine into my grubby little paw and I won’t take it a hair over 72, I promise.
