I need to have a talk with you, nepotism. I am NOT PLEASED with this speeding ticket. [That was awkward.]
Normally, no one in my family gets speeding tickets, no matter how many times they get pulled over. Warnings. It's always warnings. Without getting into details, a family member of mine is a big head honcho with the state highway patrol, so usually any cops take a look at the last name on the license, and let us go. (It would have to be that way, honestly; the way my mom is with her convertible, and how my father is with that dually, they both would have had their licenses taken away by now if they'd been issued tickets every time they were pulled over.) I've been pulled over before, but I got my first ticket today.
Lame, nepotism. Really lame. I totally can't afford this right now, and I actually am kind of irritated about it. I mean, yes, generally...if you speed and get caught, you deserve the ticket. That's true. Thing is, my car doesn't have a working speedometer, so I actually...don't know how fast I'm going. (Yes, I know how dangerous that is, but I don't have the money to fix it, and my father refuses to fix it because it'd be complicated to get in there and do so and he's lazy, etc. Instead, he rigged up a system with the RPM gauge. He made two dashes with red paint and said, "Okay, so when you hit this one in this gear, you're...probably...going about 35MPH. When you hit this one, in this gear, you're probably around 55MPH." Come to find out that he was way off, so those lines are useless anyway.) So when I'm on the highway, I just try to stay with the cars closest to me, and hope they aren't speeding.
Well, I guess they were speeding this morning, and I was the one in the nearest lane to the Statey that was lasering all the passing cars, so hello, ticket! At least the officer was kind of nice. Besides the giving-me-a-ticket thing.
Arg, Father. I'm about ready to crack open my dashboard and fix the d*mn speedometer myself, at this rate. (I'm actually pretty good at fixing up my car when it's needed, but I've never had to fix a speedometer before, so that could be quite the (mis)adventure.)
NOTE: I'm aware that some people don't get my humor, so I'll just say it - I'm joking, about the nepotism thing. Not that it doesn't happen, but I never expect special treatment from cops. I don't complain when it happens, but I'm not entitled to it, and nor do I feel like I am. (Besides, that doesn't even really could as nepotism anyway, since it's not the family member himself doing the special treatment.) It was a joke. Joke. (Joke.)
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You know what's awkward? Getting asked out by your friend/roommate's ex-boyfriend. Yeah. Awkward. I don't think we'd be good together anyway, but he's also my friend (I've known him longer than her, actually, now that I think of it) and I wouldn't want to take the chance at ruining that, anyway. I felt kind of bad turning him down, but we have plans to hang out tomorrow anyway. As long as it's not too awkward then, I feel like it should be all right overall.
It was kind of an ego boost, though. The same day, I also found out that the cute-girl-at-Caitlin's-place-of-work-with-gravity-defying-hair-and-who-has-a-boyfriend-but-also-likes-girls apparently thinks I'm "totally hot." (It was the hat I was wearing when I met her, I think, that made her say so. It is a pretty nifty hat.) That kind of perked me up after a long and tiresome day, plus I discovered that she lives really close to my house. Hello, new friend!
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I'm finishing up the next chapter to Awkward, the Green Day fic that Audrey T. and I co-write, right now. (I know, right?) Or at least so I think. It's still a little jumpy, so it might take a lot of editing before I'm completely satisfied with it.
I'm sick again. Someone bring me soup?
Lame, nepotism. Really lame. I totally can't afford this right now, and I actually am kind of irritated about it. I mean, yes, generally...if you speed and get caught, you deserve the ticket. That's true. Thing is, my car doesn't have a working speedometer, so I actually...don't know how fast I'm going. (Yes, I know how dangerous that is, but I don't have the money to fix it, and my father refuses to fix it because it'd be complicated to get in there and do so and he's lazy, etc. Instead, he rigged up a system with the RPM gauge. He made two dashes with red paint and said, "Okay, so when you hit this one in this gear, you're...probably...going about 35MPH. When you hit this one, in this gear, you're probably around 55MPH." Come to find out that he was way off, so those lines are useless anyway.) So when I'm on the highway, I just try to stay with the cars closest to me, and hope they aren't speeding.
Well, I guess they were speeding this morning, and I was the one in the nearest lane to the Statey that was lasering all the passing cars, so hello, ticket! At least the officer was kind of nice. Besides the giving-me-a-ticket thing.
Arg, Father. I'm about ready to crack open my dashboard and fix the d*mn speedometer myself, at this rate. (I'm actually pretty good at fixing up my car when it's needed, but I've never had to fix a speedometer before, so that could be quite the (mis)adventure.)
NOTE: I'm aware that some people don't get my humor, so I'll just say it - I'm joking, about the nepotism thing. Not that it doesn't happen, but I never expect special treatment from cops. I don't complain when it happens, but I'm not entitled to it, and nor do I feel like I am. (Besides, that doesn't even really could as nepotism anyway, since it's not the family member himself doing the special treatment.) It was a joke. Joke. (Joke.)
-
You know what's awkward? Getting asked out by your friend/roommate's ex-boyfriend. Yeah. Awkward. I don't think we'd be good together anyway, but he's also my friend (I've known him longer than her, actually, now that I think of it) and I wouldn't want to take the chance at ruining that, anyway. I felt kind of bad turning him down, but we have plans to hang out tomorrow anyway. As long as it's not too awkward then, I feel like it should be all right overall.
It was kind of an ego boost, though. The same day, I also found out that the cute-girl-at-Caitlin's-place-of-work-with-gravity-defying-hair-and-who-has-a-boyfriend-but-also-likes-girls apparently thinks I'm "totally hot." (It was the hat I was wearing when I met her, I think, that made her say so. It is a pretty nifty hat.) That kind of perked me up after a long and tiresome day, plus I discovered that she lives really close to my house. Hello, new friend!
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I'm finishing up the next chapter to Awkward, the Green Day fic that Audrey T. and I co-write, right now. (I know, right?) Or at least so I think. It's still a little jumpy, so it might take a lot of editing before I'm completely satisfied with it.
I'm sick again. Someone bring me soup?
Posted on October 22nd, 2009 at 05:50am
I got my first ticket about a week after I moved to Texas for passing in a no passing zone. My first ticket ever and it was, like, 200 bucks. Then I got pulled over three weeks ago (long story) but I got a warning--THANK GOD.
I know how the speedometer thing is, though. Ours was really funky for awhile and didn't work half the time. It's pretty scary.
druscilla zanzibar., October 22nd, 2009 at 07:26:08pm
Well, given the whole "I haven't sat my licence yet" thing, I'm safe from tickets. I will...soon. No, really, before November. I'll probably be the most nervous driver alive, given that when I look at Dad driving, I start shaking. Literally. I'll undergo heavy instruction...just not from him.
TheFountainhead, October 22nd, 2009 at 07:16:03am
Hey if I had those kind of connections, I would use them to. Sadly I don't. I just had to pay a ticket from when I ran a red light trying to get home from work :file: the truck infront of me did it! What makes him special :(
I told you to move to New York and then I could be your sexy nurrrsee!!
Sardonic Grin, October 22nd, 2009 at 06:49:17am
I know. One sharp jolt/bump on the road and it could shatter. I've tried telling him that, but he says it's no big deal.
The thing is, it's my first car and I'm not a very big car enthusiast, nor do I have much knowledge about cars so I wouldn't know the first thing about where to go to get it done. Gah. >_>
quinn allman's hair., October 22nd, 2009 at 06:10:11am
v Dude, you should get that fixed. That could really bust up your windshield and hurt you / cause an accident, if you don't.
As long as it's tomato, I don't mind the wait!
Jinxeh, October 22nd, 2009 at 06:00:39am
Bummer about the ticket.
The windscreen of my car has a big fat crack in it that my dad refuses to get fixed for me. You'd think parents would rather we drive in road safe cars, eh... >_>
Yeah, I'll send you some soup.
If you don't mind receiving it in a can in about 4 weeks via UPS International. XD
quinn allman's hair., October 22nd, 2009 at 05:54:49am