You guys! So much has happened recently. I am learning to drive stick shift! I’ve only stalled eight thousand times so far. Even so, I have to say that being “able to drive stick” (quotations indicating I still have rather a lot to learn) makes me feel like a real live person. Is that weird? Probably. I keep thinking about Pinocchio:
Except, I’m not a boy. Also I don’t REALLY think of driving a manual transmission as something that makes you a woman. (As a total aside vaguely relating to…gender?, I went to see Eat, Pray, Love with my mum tonight, and there was a [not particularly convincing] transvestite sitting right in front of me. One thing that distracting when you’re watching a rom-com is an overwhelming desire to pull off someone’s grody wig. THAT was an exercise in restraint, my friends.) Whatever, anyway, I’m excited to be learning a stick shift.
I SAW LAUREN AND HILLARY!!!! And it was amazing. The only bad part was that we didn’t take any pictures and now I’m sad about it.
I got my eyes examined, which would normally be uneventful, except they dilated my eyeballs. You know what’s hard to do when you’re mostly blind? Shop. I mostly just wandered around the store touching things like a weirdo. It turns out that you cannot discover a) prices or b) the size of shoes you want to try on by groping merchandise. That’s a little piece of knowledge from me to you, my friends.
What else? FOOD! I discovered a cookie that is vaguely similar to a Samoa (that’s a girl scout cookie, for my UK readers). And I’ve been enjoying all of the tastes of home. Home, where legitimate peanut butter flows like…water? Okay fine, that doesn’t work. Also Jojo (since I know you’re reading and wondering), you will be pleased to know that I have not yet had…a slurpee.
So anyway, here’s my thought for the day. As you all know, I’ve been spending a lot of time with people who are, shall we say…in their golden years? One thing I’ve heard a lot this summer (from various sources) is:
“I’m not doing that! I’m [insert formidable number here] years of age!”
And you know what? I flipping love that. I love the idea that at some point, you just acquire the right to behave exactly as you’d like. It sounds positively liberating. Except, why wait until you’re 80? I’m not saying that we should go around being buttheads. I’m not saying we should go around doing unreasonable things just because we feel like it. But I guess I am saying that we should be allowed to point it out when other people are being unreasonable.
Ok, it’s not my most eloquent musing, but still…are you picking up what I’m puttin’ down?
I is! Obviously, since my FB page got a major facelift. Happyface to the max, thanks to Jo’s advice!
p.s. I just remembered how adorbs Jiminy Cricket is, so thanks for that. yay!