I've had about the CRAZIEST day
And it's been really long, too.
So I woke up at 6 to get ready for my first Biology class, which was really supposed to be the second but I couldn't come the first day cause I was busy meeting a hot Italian on the train to the airport. Anyway, I was very glad this morning to use the flat iron for the first time in 13 days, and for once my hair didn't look like a ball of fluff! Yaaay!! It actually looked remotely like hair again! So I got all ready, flat ironed and all, and drove with my daddy to Nashville Tech. We got there 1/2 an hour early because traffic was amazing, so my dad showed me around while we were waiting for the teacher. But 8:00 rolled around, then 8:05, then 8:15, and no one, not even students, showed up. So we had to get the department head who hadn't heard anything about it, so the department head asked the Anatomy (I could have been taking THAT!!) class next door if the teacher knew anything, and he said that the Bio teacher only had 2 students the previous day and had told them they could not show up the next day, and he wasn't supposed to do that unless he cleared it with the department first, which, obviouly, he didn't. So we went back home.
A bit later the mother and I decided to go get my driver's license. So we drove over but the guy at the desk told us we needed my social security card, which I didn't have, so we decided to go back home and get it, except then we decided to eat lunch instead first, so we went to Jersey Mike's. In the car my mom made a comment about how the guy at the desk had looked sad; I felt bad for not noticing. So when we went back I looked for him but didn't see him. I waited for a while and talked to a kid who was going to take his permit test, then it was my turn to drive. I proved to the world that I can, in fact, drive in a circle, and therefore got a license as proof. So I came back and I was getting my picture for the license, and it was the guy who had been at the front desk who took my picture. He looked...not sad. He looked like he was doing everything he could to keep himself busy so he wouldn't be sad. While the picture was developing I noticed a card on his desk that just happened to be opened enough so that I could read it. It was dated 4/21/04 and was some sort of sympathy card addressed to Charlie, who had apparantly lost his finace. As we got in the car to leave the place I told my mom about it, and secretly resolved to do a good deed for him.
So I got home and I asked my mom if I could go driving, with the intention of going to Publix and buying something for Charlie. I told her I wanted to go to Starbucks, and she requested that I mail a package for her. So I took the packages and left on my very first mission. I got to Publix and realized that if someone saw me there and told my mom, I was as good as caught, so I decided to call her from Publix and tell her that I had accidently gotten in the wrong lane on the way to the post office so I'd continued on to Publix because I felt like having some sour Skittles anyway, which she said was fine. So after about 15 minutes of picking out the perfect gift for someone I barely knew existed (violets, a big bar of chocolate, and a card that said, "do you know how special you are? I do." Oh, and a bag that cost more than the violets), I drove to the DMV and acted like I'd been instructed to give the bag to a Charlie, who I definitely didn't know. Then I mailed the package and figured I might as well go to Starbucks, where I saw Adam Dickson. We talked for a bit, he's going to MTSU, apparantly. Then I went home, delivered a magazine to my neighbor and discussed with her the cute Italian I met in Vatican City where I got lost walking in a straight line. I came back home and talked with my uncle for a few minutes on the phone, and when I got off, Charlie had called! That's what I get for doing something nice for someone who works at a place where they can find out all my information. It was supposed to be an anonymous act, but the lady at the front must have recognized me from earlier that day and told him. So I called him and apparantly it really made his day. I was afraid he'd think it was really stupid and unfeeling of me to try to make him happy with some $10 crap from Publix, but he was elated. But what made me really sad was that not only had his finace died, but he had just found out that his girlfriend was cheating on him, and things just weren't going well. He was such a sweet guy. I have his cell phone number so if I can I'm going to call him tomorrow at about the same time. Yaaaay for new friends! And uber-yay for making people happy. I think he made me happier than I made him. Well after that it was dinner time, and my mom had taped some show called Summerland that the WB was playing. It was a bit predictable, fake, and overall classic of the WB, but I don't have anything better to do on Tuesday nights at 8:00 this summer, so until I get too disgusted with it, I'll watch. And I've spent the rest of the day emailing my Europe trip family and going through over 4000 posts, just from friends, that I missed in 2 weeks. I didn't even bother with my group posts. Oh well.
Well, I'mma going to bed now, because I still have to take a shower, make my bed, and, oh yeah, read 2 chapters of Biology before 8:00 tomorrow. Guess what I'll be doing on the 45 minute ride over?
So I woke up at 6 to get ready for my first Biology class, which was really supposed to be the second but I couldn't come the first day cause I was busy meeting a hot Italian on the train to the airport. Anyway, I was very glad this morning to use the flat iron for the first time in 13 days, and for once my hair didn't look like a ball of fluff! Yaaay!! It actually looked remotely like hair again! So I got all ready, flat ironed and all, and drove with my daddy to Nashville Tech. We got there 1/2 an hour early because traffic was amazing, so my dad showed me around while we were waiting for the teacher. But 8:00 rolled around, then 8:05, then 8:15, and no one, not even students, showed up. So we had to get the department head who hadn't heard anything about it, so the department head asked the Anatomy (I could have been taking THAT!!) class next door if the teacher knew anything, and he said that the Bio teacher only had 2 students the previous day and had told them they could not show up the next day, and he wasn't supposed to do that unless he cleared it with the department first, which, obviouly, he didn't. So we went back home.
A bit later the mother and I decided to go get my driver's license. So we drove over but the guy at the desk told us we needed my social security card, which I didn't have, so we decided to go back home and get it, except then we decided to eat lunch instead first, so we went to Jersey Mike's. In the car my mom made a comment about how the guy at the desk had looked sad; I felt bad for not noticing. So when we went back I looked for him but didn't see him. I waited for a while and talked to a kid who was going to take his permit test, then it was my turn to drive. I proved to the world that I can, in fact, drive in a circle, and therefore got a license as proof. So I came back and I was getting my picture for the license, and it was the guy who had been at the front desk who took my picture. He looked...not sad. He looked like he was doing everything he could to keep himself busy so he wouldn't be sad. While the picture was developing I noticed a card on his desk that just happened to be opened enough so that I could read it. It was dated 4/21/04 and was some sort of sympathy card addressed to Charlie, who had apparantly lost his finace. As we got in the car to leave the place I told my mom about it, and secretly resolved to do a good deed for him.
So I got home and I asked my mom if I could go driving, with the intention of going to Publix and buying something for Charlie. I told her I wanted to go to Starbucks, and she requested that I mail a package for her. So I took the packages and left on my very first mission. I got to Publix and realized that if someone saw me there and told my mom, I was as good as caught, so I decided to call her from Publix and tell her that I had accidently gotten in the wrong lane on the way to the post office so I'd continued on to Publix because I felt like having some sour Skittles anyway, which she said was fine. So after about 15 minutes of picking out the perfect gift for someone I barely knew existed (violets, a big bar of chocolate, and a card that said, "do you know how special you are? I do." Oh, and a bag that cost more than the violets), I drove to the DMV and acted like I'd been instructed to give the bag to a Charlie, who I definitely didn't know. Then I mailed the package and figured I might as well go to Starbucks, where I saw Adam Dickson. We talked for a bit, he's going to MTSU, apparantly. Then I went home, delivered a magazine to my neighbor and discussed with her the cute Italian I met in Vatican City where I got lost walking in a straight line. I came back home and talked with my uncle for a few minutes on the phone, and when I got off, Charlie had called! That's what I get for doing something nice for someone who works at a place where they can find out all my information. It was supposed to be an anonymous act, but the lady at the front must have recognized me from earlier that day and told him. So I called him and apparantly it really made his day. I was afraid he'd think it was really stupid and unfeeling of me to try to make him happy with some $10 crap from Publix, but he was elated. But what made me really sad was that not only had his finace died, but he had just found out that his girlfriend was cheating on him, and things just weren't going well. He was such a sweet guy. I have his cell phone number so if I can I'm going to call him tomorrow at about the same time. Yaaaay for new friends! And uber-yay for making people happy. I think he made me happier than I made him. Well after that it was dinner time, and my mom had taped some show called Summerland that the WB was playing. It was a bit predictable, fake, and overall classic of the WB, but I don't have anything better to do on Tuesday nights at 8:00 this summer, so until I get too disgusted with it, I'll watch. And I've spent the rest of the day emailing my Europe trip family and going through over 4000 posts, just from friends, that I missed in 2 weeks. I didn't even bother with my group posts. Oh well.
Well, I'mma going to bed now, because I still have to take a shower, make my bed, and, oh yeah, read 2 chapters of Biology before 8:00 tomorrow. Guess what I'll be doing on the 45 minute ride over?