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>> One night in a car

December 19th, 2008 (11:27 pm)
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Current track: Sadie Hawkins Dance | http://www.vimeo.com/2579294

A certain friend of mine, who, for privacy's sake, shall remain nameless, is just not a very good driver, to be completely honest. And perhaps the events of tonight have embittered me, as I am quite sure they have, but even before this all happened I wasn't too thrilled with her driving abilities. She's the typical distracted driver. The teen who thinks that they're invincible. The teen that thinks it's no big deal to pay more attention to what song is playing on her iPod or their completely illegal phone conversation with a BFF instead of the road and surrounding traffic.

Perhaps she is a better driver when she is on her own. Perhaps she is less daring and reckless when there is no one to try to impress or amuse..? Maybe she doesn't feel that rush of excitement because there's no one with her that she can scare for her own entertainment.

Maybe not.


Personally, I do not enjoy gripping the seat in suspense as she swerves (just for fun) quickly in towards the center lane (and oncoming traffic) and then back out towards the shoulder (and the curbs and ditches and trees and God knows what else lies in the darkness where the glow of the streetlights does not touch) just to "scare the drivers in the other lane a little bit." (not to mention 'causing me to consider jumping out of the car and risking my own life, just so I can get away from her.) I don't enjoy holding my breath and biting my lip as she rolls out dangerously close to the passing traffic as she waits to turn. I don't like stressing out and being her second pair of eyes because she may be too consumed with her iPod or cell phone to notice an oncoming vehicle. I know that it's helpful to look out for the driver as he or she drives, but just the fact that I know she's not paying close enough attention to the road irritates me to death.

Tonight my friend and I were bringing some friends home after going out for coffee. The friends live on a culdesac, and to reach their home you have to brave the poorly-plowed, winding uphill road and keep both eyes on the road to watch for other drivers who think that the road is empty and therefore, they have free reign over the street. We made it safely to the home, said goodbye to the friends, and I slid back into the front seat next to my friend. As we leave the culdesac and take a right onto the fateful road, she reaches for her iPod. I quickly snatch it away before she can get it and take it upon myself to pick the music for the ride home. I believe I chose "When You Were Young" by The Killers. She gives up on hopes of getting the iPod back and starts the treacherous drive downhill and towards Highway 71. I failed to look at the spedometer, but we were going much too fast. The roads were icy and the wind was picking up speed, but her foot pressed down on the gas pedal, urging her car on: faster, faster, faster.

As the car is gaining speed, she sees the red sign fifty yards or so ahead of us. She eases up on the gas pedal but has no time to stop. I try to close my mouth and hide my shock as we roll through the first stop sign. She laughs about it and says, "I'm not stopping for the next one." I'm sure she was joking but I press my feet to the floor and lean back in the seat, getting as far away from the air bag as I possibly could. She takes the next twist in the road too fast for my comfort and there it is: the second stop sign.

"Oh crap!" she exclaims and hits the breaks. Goodbye, traction. We spin to the right and slide past a house with a welcoming driveway and a giant tree in the front yard. For a split second it looked like we'd be heading up that driveway, whether or not we wanted to. The driver's side would slam into the trunk of the tree and my friend would be dead. She jerks the wheel and we spin around in a full 180, sliding past the tree that would have sent us both to the hospital, at least. This time the passenger's side is facing forward, rushing to the intersection, past the stop sign, the angry red color scolding us for disregarding the law. Thank God the intersection was empty. If another vehicle had been coming, we would both be in the hospital. I wouldn't have lived through it, more likely than not.

Through this whole thrill-ride-gone-horribly-wrong, she is clutching at the wheel saying, "Oh shhh------ Sh---!!" Don't swear, pray you stupid fool! Somehow the car rights itself (I will not give her credit for doing that, I don't believe that it was her doing) and we stop in the middle of the intersection. She gives a nervous chuckle and eases forward slowly. I lean back in my seat and close my eyes, thinking about everything that I wanted to do before I die--the things I needed to say to people, the things I wanted to accomplish, the places I wanted to see.. I start to say something and she immediately shushes me. As if she has the right. Oh well. I stop talking anyway and start watching the road again for her, because she has just proven to me that she can't do a good job of it by herself. We make it safely to my house (again, thank God) and I hop out of the car as fast as I can. I tell her to be safe and slam the door, turning and nearly running to the door. I can't remember the last time I was so happy to see my mom in her recliner and my dad sprawled out on the couch watching TV. I felt like sitting down with them and just crying, because it hit me then how much I take them for granted.

I take so much for granted. I am so incredibly blessed. I have the best family ever, the most supportive friends in the whole world, a country in which I have freedom and rights that cannot be taken from me, a home to shelter me from the cold, and a Savior who loves me unconditionally. Even though the almost-accident was just a small thing, it has opened my eyes and showed me how awesome my life really is. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I have learned to appreciate the small things in life, and I'm working on inward changes. Letting go of habits, learning to be more accepting of others and their differences, biting my tongue when I'm tempted to say things I shouldn't..

It's a struggle though, I must say, but I'm getting there.


xx


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>> Why couldn't it be, "Follow the butterflies"?

December 8th, 2008 (02:24 pm)
happy

Current mood: happy
Current track: The Quidditch World Cup - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Soundtrack

So it's 2:30 and I've gotten absolutely nothing done, because I suck like that. =\ I was distracted by icons. I have no self-control.

But now I'm going to stop swooning over my icons, because I will have plenty of time for that later. I just wanted to make it known that I am an unmotivated student that will chose Harry Potter icons over homework any day. =]
x


PS: OMGS, IT'S SNOWING!! I'm so excited. And it's coming down pretty steady, too. Yay! We need at least four inches, or I will come for you, weather man. >\
Lastly before I go, Heroes is on tonight. I'm not very excited, seeing as Elle's situation doesn't look very favorable at all. If she's dead, I will sucker punch you, Tim Kring. I will.

[runs off to make popcorn for no good reason]

illuminare_x [userpic]

>> Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

December 7th, 2008 (10:24 pm)
cold

Current location: Hogwarts
Current mood: cold
Current track: Be Still My Heart - The Postal Service


Ohhh man. xD Seriously... Seriously. I freaking love you, J.K Rowling. I freaking love you. I just..
-sigh-


Real life is such an epic disappointment to me after I watch movies. WHY CAN'T I DO MAGIC? D: Gosh. D:
Okay.. I have crap that I need to do. But my first priority is Cedric and Harry Potter icons. =] Because they officially own my soul. I sold it to them. And I don't feel bad about it.


Alright, I'll stop now. I have to figure out how to modify this stupid layout now.
xx

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