I realise my last blog is still on the front page. Bite me, it's been over 20 hours.

<center><b>Driving:</b></center>

<div style="background-color:#99CCFF; margin:13px; border:2px solid black; padding:3px">I did some city driving today, and did a lot better than I usually do. But no one cares about that.

M I RITE?

Anyway, after driving, I went with a couple of friends to run errands or something like that. We were on the road coming to a traffic light, when suddenly we hear this loud metallic <i>clank</i>. My friend who was driving turns to me and says, "What was that?"

I tell her I have no idea, and we continue.

A few minutes later, she checks her left mirror and starts cussing incessantly. Here's an excerpt of what she said:

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT THE FUCKING GAS CAP FELL OUT SHIT SHIT OH FUCK MY PARENTS ARE GONNA KILL ME SHIT FUCK *slams steering wheel several times and pulls into parking lot* GODAMNIT HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING CHECKED IT SHIT SHIT…"

That's not even an exaggeration, really. It was funny as hell, but I didn't want to laugh because it'd piss her off.

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<center><b>Outlook on Life:</b></center>

<div style="background-color:#99CCFF; margin:13px; border:2px solid black; padding:3px">Has somewhat improved. I know now that if I surround myself with friends and loved ones, I can easily let go of all that troubles me.

It's quite an improvement from my "FUCK PEOPLE" outlook, anyway.

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<center><b>Love:</b></center>

<div style="background-color:#99CCFF; margin:13px; border:2px solid black; padding:3px">I think I'm falling for a previous love interest all over again, and it kills me that I can't let her go, even when all my previous attempts to convey my affections had been shot out of the sky. Everything she does pretty much amazes me, she's beautiful and smart, and I love being with her.

I hate myself, because I know that I'm just going to get my heart broken again. But right now, I'm basically in a state of total infatuation, and I can't let it die to save my life. I know if I try to get to her, I'm going to get hurt, but I think I love her…

I think I'm a loser for this…

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<center><b>Random Image:</b></center>

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<img src="http://postcard.web.arizona.edu/images/n-1923-pompom.jpg" border="2px">

Don't ask.

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