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Sunday, July 13, 2003

*sings*

Well. Everything worked itself out, if you were worried. Thanks for the support!

In other news,

"I could eat this frisbee" - Mike

Fuzz: How do you drive this thing [my mom's minivan]? It's like a tank!
Carly: No, I've driven a tank, and...
Emma: Oh, really? You've driven a tank? *skeptical look*
Carly: Well, no, that's not what I meant.

Well. So I was driving Fuzz back home from my house tonight (he lives in the next town over, which I don't know well at all) and I'd never been there before (well, driven there, or paid attention or anything) and originally, I was going to pick him up, so he gave me directions from my house to his over the phone, which I wrote down. I did not end up picking him up however, due to unforeseen circumstances, and he got to my house all on his own. Then, I had to give him a ride home. It was late, so I brought lisa along in case I needed help getting back. (keep in mind that I haven't read through the directions I'd copied down that morning, since, well, the morning. and fuzz was going to be in the car, so I assumed I wouldn't need them. However, good little boy scout that I am, I brought them in my pocket, just in case)

So we enter the next town over. And fuzz declares that he is going to let me find my own way to his house and not help at all. So I pull out the directions and give them to lisa. He promtly reaches over, and using brute force, rips them out of her hands, knocking her nose in the process. So I just keep on going straight, and occasionally make turns where it seems like a good place, while Fuzz is sitting there going "I don't think you should have turned there...but why don't you keep on going down this way" and "Oh, now we're back at the rotary...again!"

Finally, we get to his house. I don't know how...probably some birthday miracle, as neither lisa nor i have a good sense of direction. And fuzz was more a hindrence (sp?) than a help.

Then, he gave us back our directions, and Lisa and I managed to get back into town. It was one wild and crazzzzzzy night.


15 minutes to my birthday!!