Monday, Jun. 07, 2004
silly, sweaty boys- haven't you heard of a concept called Deoderant?
Summer school started today. Yeah, I know you're jealous.
But today was my first time driving alone. Ever. And considering that I got my license on Saturday, this was a scary concept. I fared well, however, driving past the catsup bottle, down 159 and off to Collinsville highschool. I missed my turn, but decided to park in the circle drive of the Administrative Building next-door since that would require less walking in the heat outside.
No more than two seconds after I parked the car, I hear the passenger and back doors being wrenched open, and someone forcing their way into my car.
I froze. I couldn't breathe. I just held onto the steering wheel in a death-grip, closed my eyes, and couldn't move. I couldn't help but be thinking Oh my God. I haven't even had my license a week, and I'm already being car-jacked.
It wasn't until five minutes later when I heard an eerily familiar voice sneer, "Jesus, what's wrong with you Anna!."
I whipped my head around and was face-to-face with one Vincent Farrar (or is it Huggins now? Must ask about that name-change thing tomarrow morning). I looked next to me and saw Jeff Tobin sitting there in his Narcotics T-shirt with his armpits held up to the air-vents of the Golden Boat (aka, the Intrepid).
When I finally did remember to breath, they told me that they were there for summer school as well, and that (a) the air conditioner had broken in Vince's car, and (b) Jeff had been sitting outside for the past half hour between morning and afternoon session. Both of whom are taking English (For Tobin, it's Eng. 3&4, and for Vincent it's Eng. 6).
Now I have to explain to my mom why her car smells like sweaty boy. *facepalm*
theparisian at 3:49 p.m.