I get around (get around round round I get around...) Eh. Maybe not always.

So I've decided to update about my driving for any interested people. My second day of behind the wheel was...oh dear...less than perfect. I spent most of my time in the driver's seat feeling horribly nervous, but nothing really bad happened until the final stretch of road. About half a mile away from my school there are a couple of sharp turns in the road where the safe speed is 20 mph. I'm very hesitant when I go around curves at any speed, so when I saw these, I tried to slow down to at least a speed I could handle, but my teacher advised me not to go down too far because it would inhibit traffic and I might get nailed from behind. So I followed his advice, seeing as he's been teaching for 23 years and driving for I'm sure much longer, and kept a speed of about 35 or 40 around the sharpest curve. In a moment of new driver ignorance, I didn't turn the steering wheel anywhere near far enough and instead of rounding the turn, I went straight out of my lane and into the lane next to me, headfirst towards this big maroon van. Luckily my teacher grabbed the wheel and forced it back around. It was the third time in is entire teaching career that a student has almost crashed. I got pretty shook up about that to where my eyes were watering. But, if that wasn't bad enough, when I was driving home from the bus stop about an hour later, I didn't turn enough again! And ended up on the curb of another high school's entrance-way. I was just having a day. The next day I drove alright, though there was one time where I thought an over-sized truck was going to hit me and I didn't pay attention to where I was turning into. I also told my teacher he made me nervous so the day after that he toned down his anxiety-causing behavior in time for me to try my luck on the beltway (the highway), which, as it turns out, was easier than driving around on little roads. No stop signs for me to almost miss, no cars parked on the sides of the roads for me to try to avoid, and very few sharp curves (I tried that one curve again though, and made it right). Monday is my driving test, so this weekend I'm gonna practice quite a bit and hope that I can prove myself license worthy.

Before I head up to raid closets in search of homecoming week costumes (I love dressing up), one more update: I have not made any progress with the subject of my angsty post "Dazed and Confused". I've got a couple weeks, but it's so hard to wait, and honestly, the idea of asking him to homecoming scares the heck out of me. I'm sure I could do it quite composedly, but I'd rather not have to take that plunge. There's too much uncertainty and I don't even know how he feels about me at all. (He has been friendlier this past week though, less instances where I've felt ignored) I'd much rather he ask me. Now I know why it's so hard for guys to ask girls out. I sympathize, boys. Never again will I offer up the great advice "just do it already! It's not that hard!"

♥ j.j.