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hopefulnebulaBack on my own computer, no file/setting loss, and I now have sound and all sorts of stuff that they screwed up with the last repair. :D
But today was an exceptional day. And you're about to read why, whether you want to or not. OK, I suppose you could scroll down, but why would you want to? ;)
Anyway, the plan was for Mom to drop my sister off at rehearsal (she's four minor roles in a local youth production of Romeo and Juliet), pop back home, pick me up, go to the doctor's (needed a checkup, and we had a few things to discuss), eat lunch, go to the DMV so I could get a state ID (YES, I'm 18 and I don't drive yet.), go to the bank, pick my sis up, and go home. Riiight.
First half of the plan goes fairly well. Everything checked out at the physical, and I am now inoculated against meningitis. We discussed AS and insurability for a while and will be looking further into it later on.
Lunch was great too. We found a little place called Mimi's out in Aurora. Great people, better food, and a strawberry lemonade that's to die for. When the waiter found out that it was our first visit, he brought us free muffins!
Then, the DMV. Fun. Did you know that right above the "next number" sign they have a scrolling bar that alternately advertises organ donorship and spouts random trivia? That was only amusing for the first hour and a half. Then the loop looped and the questions started repeating, and the fact that I'm in a room stuffed to the gills with total strangers (not necessarily the good kind of "interesting" strangers, either). So an hour later, I get called up and do my thing. It's good to be "officially" five feet tall. :P And officially an organ donor, of course.
So by this time there's no time for banking. Mom and I wait in the youth center parking lot for my sis and then a wonderful and highly unlikely thing happened. My seventh grade English teacher--who helped me through an incredibly rough patch and whom I consider one of the best teachers on the planet-- shows up. So we chat for quite a while and drive my sister bonkers. That alone made the DMV worth it...
And now I'm back at my own computer completely ignoring the fact that my sister is yelling at me when she's the one who used the last of the toilet paper.
But today was an exceptional day. And you're about to read why, whether you want to or not. OK, I suppose you could scroll down, but why would you want to? ;)
Anyway, the plan was for Mom to drop my sister off at rehearsal (she's four minor roles in a local youth production of Romeo and Juliet), pop back home, pick me up, go to the doctor's (needed a checkup, and we had a few things to discuss), eat lunch, go to the DMV so I could get a state ID (YES, I'm 18 and I don't drive yet.), go to the bank, pick my sis up, and go home. Riiight.
First half of the plan goes fairly well. Everything checked out at the physical, and I am now inoculated against meningitis. We discussed AS and insurability for a while and will be looking further into it later on.
Lunch was great too. We found a little place called Mimi's out in Aurora. Great people, better food, and a strawberry lemonade that's to die for. When the waiter found out that it was our first visit, he brought us free muffins!
Then, the DMV. Fun. Did you know that right above the "next number" sign they have a scrolling bar that alternately advertises organ donorship and spouts random trivia? That was only amusing for the first hour and a half. Then the loop looped and the questions started repeating, and the fact that I'm in a room stuffed to the gills with total strangers (not necessarily the good kind of "interesting" strangers, either). So an hour later, I get called up and do my thing. It's good to be "officially" five feet tall. :P And officially an organ donor, of course.
So by this time there's no time for banking. Mom and I wait in the youth center parking lot for my sis and then a wonderful and highly unlikely thing happened. My seventh grade English teacher--who helped me through an incredibly rough patch and whom I consider one of the best teachers on the planet-- shows up. So we chat for quite a while and drive my sister bonkers. That alone made the DMV worth it...
And now I'm back at my own computer completely ignoring the fact that my sister is yelling at me when she's the one who used the last of the toilet paper.
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Date: 2004-06-30 02:31 am (UTC)DMV
Date: 2004-06-30 07:04 pm (UTC)I don't drive (i'm almost 20), but I do have a permit.
I don't think that anyone (except maybe the people who work there) ENJOYS going to the DMV.