You know what just occurred to me?

Driving is kind of like sex. If you're not ready, you know you're not ready, so you surely shouldn't.

Why, then, is it not acceptable to have sex just because "everybody else does," but perfectly fine to not only pressure people into driving when they're not ready because "this world is meant for drivers" but also make them pay for it?

I can't trust myself behind 3500 pounds of metal. That's all there really is to it. It sucks, but it's true. It especially sucks when the person I was supposed to go see Serenity with bails without warning, leaving me trying to find another way to the theatre or go another day. It sucks even worse when I have people waiting for me and my ride is running late/gets lost/whatever. What sucks the worst? I have spent five years of my life being asked, "Oh, so you're 15/16/17/18/19 and you don't drive yet? Well, why not? No, really. Why?" And I'm sure carting me around isn't fun for drivers, either. But I don't care who else has confidence in my ability to drive. I don't, so I wouldn't be a safe driver. It's that simple. Do you really want someone like me in control of something like that?

Whoever invented interstate highways needs to die. Painfully.

And today was going so well, too...

Tangentially. Why is it that every time I start trusting people, they start doing that "oh, we forgot/you weren't around when we left/I decided to do something else" bit?

Fucking freshmen.

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I'M HAVING A BABY COUSIN RIGHT NOW OMGSQUEEEEEE*POP*!

OK, so. With the rationale that I'd at least get one movie watched today, I watched American Beauty with the hall gang. Good movie, but long. Very long. Then, I came back here, noticed I had 3 new e-mails. Two of them were comments to that omgangst post I made a couple hours ago. One was from my mom. Pete and Lori left for the hospital around 8PM MST. C-section wasn't scheduled until Wednesday morning, but the baby had other ideas. As htis is definitely going to be a c-section and not a "natural" birth, I'm not going to bed until I can honestly say "all my cousins come in pairs."

And aaw, fuck. My Mom's digital camera died.

*hopes for pics from the parents' camera*

UPDATE!!!!!

Well. About the same time I posted this, my phone rang again.

It's a girl (but we knew that already.) No word on a name yet, as Lori's brother called my mom with the news.

8 pounds exactly.

Her mom's out cold; her dad's busy being a proud new dad.

Everybody is healthy, happy and excited.

Just think the surprise Olivia's going to have in the morning.