its driving me nuts!

ive began taking driving lessons for two weeks, and already i can see my future as a chronic car-wrecker. heh. i tend to accelerate way too fast and my left foot rests upon the clutch like a ton of bricks. i pity my training car! everytime i fire it up it sputters and shakes like it has indigestion. im pretty sure one day i'll become the crash dummy animation...

well when i finally get my leaden foot off the clutch, it starts getting bored and will then proceed to press on the brake. which obviously drives my trainer nuts. heh. NO! NO LEFT FOOT ON BRAKE!!! he almost squeals. hehe i want to laugh, but i know it wouldnt be wise.

and i refuse to let him steer... i dont know, but nervous energy makes my fingers cling onto the steering wheel with a DeathGrip (tm). heh aye.. you never know your hidden powers until a time of crisis. i mentally make a note to relax, but you know how those tings are, telling yourself to relax is only a crude reminder to your body that you are nervous, and from there it snowballs. hehe.

ive developed a penchant for speeding up the hill though.. it gives me an adrenaline rush, albeit only at 20km/hour. maybe i'll be a stuntwoman in the future or something.

bah. oh well i guess id better concentrate on gear changes first!

a chronic sleep-o-phile.

everytime i sit square at my spacious desk and begin attacking the pages of my (very boring) organic chemistry text, i am tickled by the dark, dank odor of sleep. it is very tempting... the musky scent giving my brain comforting little massages. come to me, it whispers, forget chemistry! come forth to my warm embrace and i will remove you of all the tiredness of the day. all that said in a low, sexy drawl.

i mean, how CAN one resist that? so all too often (and willingly, i add) i follow sleep's beckoning arms and plonk myself happily onto my bed. not such a fuzzy, soft embrace but a welcome one at any rate. and then i relax myself and let sleep take me into the world of marshmallow, fluffy cotton candy dreams.

schnappi!

bahaha here's a link to the very annoying (yet sorta cute) song heh :P

SCHNAPPI DAS KLEINE KROKODIL

she said...

...come get me boys.

and they did. to tragic consequences.

1 year. no shortage of men, but no good ones either.

im gonna get alot of crap for this, but hey.

why are men here clingy pushovers? they bend over backwards at your every whim, which whlie some women might find pleasing, entirely pisses me off. heh maybe im a masochist, but give me a man who packs a punch anytime.

and seriously, if i turn you down, there really ISNT A CHANCE IN HELL ID CHANGE MY MIND. no matter how nice you are to me, how many gifts you carry on your bowed back. i might feel guilty, but that's about it. dont write me mail, declaring that "one day i'll understand" because i wont. the fact of the matter is that I DONT LIKE YOU THAT WAY. get that into your pathetic egos, thank you very much. and promising that i'll stay your friend doesnt mean that you still have hope. na-dah.

sigh.

on another note, i must remember to stay away from geminis of the male variation. they're one starsign i really cant manage.