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jenny_wildcatI'm jut chilling out until I have to go to my class at 5:00 tonight. Mom had some errands for me to run while I'm up in town, but I'm also waiting for the printers to call about our yearbook proofs. The kids finished the yearbook yesterday and I sent it to the printers, but I guess something went wrong in the transmission, so the pictures look "bitmappy" (those were our sales rep's words). Anyway, while I'm up here, I might as well go see what happened and if there's anything we can do to fix it. Darn it, I was so excited yesterday to have the blasted thing finally done and now there's more drama to be had. Welcome to the wonderful world of high school yearbooks. If it wasn't a such a source of pride (and the one bright spot in my blighted high school career), I'd say to heck with it all.
But I have to share this rather funny (and quite juvenile) thing that happened last night as I was driving up north. I was almost to my friend's house that I stay at when I have class weekends and I got stopped by road construction (there are four seasons in Utah - cold, very very cold, very very hot and construction). I was just waiting for the flagger to let us go when a little beater '80s Honda Civic full of kids pulled up behind me beating the subwoofer like they owned the place. Well, my little dirt-covered Explorer may not be much to look at, but it's got quite a nice bass, if I do say so myself (I think the previous owner did some overhaul to the sound system because I certainly didn't install anything in it). And I HATE it when these little tin can cars act all "gangsta" and pound the speakers (just one of my little pet peeves), so I decide to find the bass-iest song on my iPod (which I had connected to the radio) and pound MY bass right back. Linkin Park obliged quite nicely and I just smirked until the flagger flipped his little sign to "Slow" and we were on our merry way. And the Honda Civic gave me a wide berth after we got out of the construction, to which I felt justified (let's hear it for passive-aggressive methods!)
Well, I guess I should go run errands now.
But I have to share this rather funny (and quite juvenile) thing that happened last night as I was driving up north. I was almost to my friend's house that I stay at when I have class weekends and I got stopped by road construction (there are four seasons in Utah - cold, very very cold, very very hot and construction). I was just waiting for the flagger to let us go when a little beater '80s Honda Civic full of kids pulled up behind me beating the subwoofer like they owned the place. Well, my little dirt-covered Explorer may not be much to look at, but it's got quite a nice bass, if I do say so myself (I think the previous owner did some overhaul to the sound system because I certainly didn't install anything in it). And I HATE it when these little tin can cars act all "gangsta" and pound the speakers (just one of my little pet peeves), so I decide to find the bass-iest song on my iPod (which I had connected to the radio) and pound MY bass right back. Linkin Park obliged quite nicely and I just smirked until the flagger flipped his little sign to "Slow" and we were on our merry way. And the Honda Civic gave me a wide berth after we got out of the construction, to which I felt justified (let's hear it for passive-aggressive methods!)
Well, I guess I should go run errands now.
