My god, I suck at driving. A lot. I can't park for crap either. And I think every other car on the road hates me and wants to kill me. I hate driving with my mom too..I was going forty-eight on Bouquet today (the limit's fifty) and my mom said, "Nancy, why are you speeding so much?" Uhh..what? "It's rush hour, so you should slow down." The car in front of me was about five hundred feet in front of me. I think I was good. But whatever. I hate driving with my dad as well because he makes me feel like an idiot. If I make the smallest mistake (and I know when I screw up; I don't like to be reminded of it ten billion times), he gives me this stupid lecture. Yeah thanks dad, I know I did something wrong. Enough. Does anyone over twenty-five want to drive me around instead of my parents? That would be nice. I just hate driving. Maybe I'll ride the bus everywhere..I don't know. Whatever, I'm going to go listen to the Decemberists and cry in the corner..minus the crying part.


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The family is at church, and I get to sit at home..bwahaha. I think that maybe they're finally getting the point that I do not like church. We'll see. Since it's St. Patrick's Day, I may take advantage of the fact that no one's home. Again, we'll see.

I have decided that the Exit Exam is a complete joke, and if you don't pass it, then you are an idiot. Sorry. Honestly though. What kind of a question is "what is the absolute value of -14?" Uh..maybe -1/14 (one of the choices)? I really couldn't tell you. Maybe you could help me on -1 + 5, because that is just way too advanced for me. Hold on a second..(HAHAHAHAHA). Okay. I'm good.

I promised Flannery that I would post the sexy pictures of her, so that's why I'm updating. I feel like being a jerk, so I'm not going to resize the pictures. Ha. Chances are I will get sick of the massiveness later and resize them. Whatever.

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My god, I'm updating. What is wrong with me?
So. It's been a while. I really don't have any excuses besides the fact that I suck. But we knew that. Anyway, most people like pictures more than text updates, and I have nothing to say besides. So here we go.

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Baby Britain feels the best floating over a sea of vodka, separated from the rest. Fights problems with bigger problems. Sees the ocean fall and rise, counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her. Water pouring from her eyes, alcoholic and very bitter. For someone half as smart, you'd be a work of art. You put yourself apart, and I can't help until you start.

We knocked another couple back. The dead soldiers lined up on the table still prepared for an attack. They didn't know they'd been disabled. Felt a wave, a rush of blood. You won't be happy till the bottle's broken and you're out swimming in the flood. You kept back, you kept unspoken. For someone half as smart, you'd be a work of art. You put yourself apart, and I can't help until you start.

You got a look in your eye when you're saying goodbye like you wanna say hi. The light was on, but it was dim. Revolver's been turned over and now it's ready once again. The radio was playing "Crimson and Clover." London bridge is safe and sound. No matter what you keep repeating, nothing's gonna drag me down to a death that's not worth cheating. For someone half as smart, you'd be a work of art. You put yourself apart, and I can't help until you start. For someone half as smart, you'd be a work of art. You put yourself apart..