Ever get the feeling you're going to end up in a van down by the river?
I have that feeling right now, incidentally. I am a lazy bum. I don't want to get a job, and if I don't want to get a job now, why would I want to get a job twenty years from now? And it's not even like I'm pretty enough to count on marrying well. Van down by the river.
I've been terribly depressed all day. Except for drivers' ed. That was okay. We took our final. We all passed. As an example of a cautionary road sign, Julian drew "Warning: Cobras." He got credit for it. Then we played cards and discussed whether or not "Warning: Cobras" would be nessescary as a road sign. I mean, if you're in a car, cobras can't really hurt you, can they? I'm going to miss drivers' ed. I'm going to miss Julian. We need to have band practice a lot. I hope we actually do that restaraunt thing, despite my sudden lack of musical self esteem and unwillingness to practice.
Q. What happens to you if you are under age and caught transporting alcohol in your vehicle?
A. You die.
Note to self: "Select the harshest punishment" does not work with open answer questions.
I was sitting at dinner with my parents, and everything was silent when I thought of "Warning: Cobras." I burst out laughing and didn't stop for a good ten minutes. I acted pretty unstable today, in general.
I guess I will apply for a job at Shaws. Or babysit again. Or something. It's not that I want to, or that I need money, really. It's just that I feel guilty being a lazy bum.
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