okie dokie

day one of driver's education. my instructor's name is Patryck Pennyfeather. his friends used to call him 'light and cheap', just as his last name suggests. he's black and has a beard and talks like a jamaican mon. he's pretty funny. he calls us murderers because the statistics show that 1 person dies every day in collisions. so for example he might be talking about windshield washer fluid to clean the blood off our windshields. or he might say "so when it's snowy or rainy or bloody out..." and he even talked about cleaning our cars on a regular basis, because there may be a build up of mud and blood and dirt. he's a pretty comical guy i tell ya. spent 500 bucks for a stand up comedian. he introduced us to the Bambi effect. when there's a deer in the middle of the road, and you enter the 'oh shit' stage. and then he was like, and while you're 'oh shitting'.... he's pretty sweet. but nothing as sweet as a jamaican driving school teacher can be worth sitting in a chair for 7 and a half hours. i'll admit, he was pretty nice about it. he gave us a ten minute break every hour and even 30 minutes for lunch, which i used wisely, as me and Brittany went to the paki mart and i bought a month's worth of chocolate and now i feel like a big fatty. anyways, i woke up at 6:45 in the morning, and i really wanna sit on the couch and watch MTV and my brother told me about this show, The Black Donneley's or something, and he said it just started and it's kind of like The OC. i'm gonna check it out. so now i'll have The Hills, America's Next Top Model, Dancelife, Entourage and The Black Donneley's as my weekly shows =) last night Jordan came over and we played Diddy Kong, and then we 'watched' Resident Evil and then we watched two episodes of Entourage, which i absolutely totally love. AND i am pleased to tell you that the new season of Entourage starts on April 8th =)

on a good note, i felt really good last night. i mean, i was laying there and my head was on his chest and he was holding my hand and his arm was around me. and i don't usually talk about this side of my personal life, but this is important, because i hadn't felt needed or wanted in a year. i felt like i was outside my own body knowing someone was holding my hand and caressing it.

i guess i just remembered what that feels like and it made me really happy.