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(God bless Semagic and File, Load Draft. My computer crashed halfway through writing this, and it saved almost everything!)
Must get sleep. This week, and next, are going to be way busy for li'l ol' moi. Well, busy in the sense that I HAVE THINGS TO DO for once in my life. ;)
Brief rundown:
Monday: Pay Morty, set up driving lessons, pay Pascal, go downtown to finish the 60 or so pages of The Time Traveler's Wife. Come home, eventually, watch Queer as Folk and Sex and the City. Oh, and my All My Children tape. Try to think of design ideas for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
literaryradical in there, somewhere.
Tuesday:worshipper gets in, and we're thinking of dinner. PF also gets in, but nothing is going on until Wednesday.
Wednesday: Hang out with PF during the day. Watch the fireworks with queer women at night.
Thursday/Friday: Unsure. Maybe a couple of driving lessons?
Saturday:drsnicket comes to town. Possibly going to the fireworks with her, worshipper, PF, WD, CB, mzac, MK and C(?). Fireworks, at any rate. No idea if any of my friends who will be in town will actually come. Except worshipper, or I'll kill him. <bright smile>
Sunday: Sleep?
The following week will be more hanging out withdrsnicket and worshipper while mzac is on vacation.
In other news, I got my learner's permit on July 2nd, as previously mentioned, and so tonight, for the first time, I legally drove. I was at my parents' for dinner, and my father said I should drive myself home with him next to me, so... I did.
I backed out of the long driveway without a problem. No people were walking nearby, no cars were coming, and I drove down the hill I have always hated walking up. Stopped at the flashing red at the intersection, and actually TOOK ADVANTAGE of having the right of way (I got to the light before anyone else did) and took a left. Next intersection, I stopped at another flashing red, made sure no one was coming, and took another left.
Up the hill I went, doing a pretty decent Quebec-style stop (that's a "rolling stop" to anyone else) at the sign near the playground, and went up the hill, stopping at the red light. It turned green, and it was another left for us, before stopping at the top of my parents' street, preparing myself for actual four-lane traffic (2 lanes going both ways).
The light hit green and wheeeeee, down the hill, and I even SWITCHED LANES! Go me! Driving down a hill at 50km/h with moving cars to my left and parked cars to my right AND I SURVIVED!!!
Stopped at the light and elected to go straight instead of facing that road. Went through the first intersection, stopped at the light at the second. Was then passed by the drivers on EITHER SIDE of me when the light when green, and cut off by the one on my right before I'd even cleared the intersection. Still, nothing to panic about. Continued along the road until the street I wanted to go down. Signalled, turned, coasted merrily down the residential street I've gone down thousands of times before, until a light several blocks away. Hung a left, continued straight, hung a left, came up my road, pulled up in front of my building, backed up to park properly, put the car into park, hauled the parking brake up... and I was done.
My father, God bless him, was absolutely calm as could be. Me? I was breathing erratically, my knees were weak, and I felt so RELIEVED to be out of the car.
I was telling him, before we left, that I didn't know how it was possible to feel so unprepared to drive, even though I'd passed my test, and the government of Quebec had deemed me able to drive with another driver. He told me to relax, not to worry, and that it'd be fine.
Which is true. It was. I've driven a lot up at the cottage, and I even drove around Virginia (illegally!) for a few days, so I don't know why I was/am so freaked. I've done it before.
But that was a good confidence-builder. I'm feeling better about driving, and so, so, SO thankful that my dad is so cool about it. He wasn't even gripping the door all white-knuckled!
I've rambled. That happens.
Bed, now. Waking up in under 8 hours.
Must get sleep. This week, and next, are going to be way busy for li'l ol' moi. Well, busy in the sense that I HAVE THINGS TO DO for once in my life. ;)
Brief rundown:
Monday: Pay Morty, set up driving lessons, pay Pascal, go downtown to finish the 60 or so pages of The Time Traveler's Wife. Come home, eventually, watch Queer as Folk and Sex and the City. Oh, and my All My Children tape. Try to think of design ideas for
literaryradical in there, somewhere.Tuesday:
worshipper gets in, and we're thinking of dinner. PF also gets in, but nothing is going on until Wednesday.Wednesday: Hang out with PF during the day. Watch the fireworks with queer women at night.
Thursday/Friday: Unsure. Maybe a couple of driving lessons?
Saturday:
drsnicket comes to town. Possibly going to the fireworks with her, worshipper, PF, WD, CB, mzac, MK and C(?). Fireworks, at any rate. No idea if any of my friends who will be in town will actually come. Except worshipper, or I'll kill him. <bright smile>Sunday: Sleep?
The following week will be more hanging out with
drsnicket and worshipper while mzac is on vacation.In other news, I got my learner's permit on July 2nd, as previously mentioned, and so tonight, for the first time, I legally drove. I was at my parents' for dinner, and my father said I should drive myself home with him next to me, so... I did.
I backed out of the long driveway without a problem. No people were walking nearby, no cars were coming, and I drove down the hill I have always hated walking up. Stopped at the flashing red at the intersection, and actually TOOK ADVANTAGE of having the right of way (I got to the light before anyone else did) and took a left. Next intersection, I stopped at another flashing red, made sure no one was coming, and took another left.
Up the hill I went, doing a pretty decent Quebec-style stop (that's a "rolling stop" to anyone else) at the sign near the playground, and went up the hill, stopping at the red light. It turned green, and it was another left for us, before stopping at the top of my parents' street, preparing myself for actual four-lane traffic (2 lanes going both ways).
The light hit green and wheeeeee, down the hill, and I even SWITCHED LANES! Go me! Driving down a hill at 50km/h with moving cars to my left and parked cars to my right AND I SURVIVED!!!
Stopped at the light and elected to go straight instead of facing that road. Went through the first intersection, stopped at the light at the second. Was then passed by the drivers on EITHER SIDE of me when the light when green, and cut off by the one on my right before I'd even cleared the intersection. Still, nothing to panic about. Continued along the road until the street I wanted to go down. Signalled, turned, coasted merrily down the residential street I've gone down thousands of times before, until a light several blocks away. Hung a left, continued straight, hung a left, came up my road, pulled up in front of my building, backed up to park properly, put the car into park, hauled the parking brake up... and I was done.
My father, God bless him, was absolutely calm as could be. Me? I was breathing erratically, my knees were weak, and I felt so RELIEVED to be out of the car.
I was telling him, before we left, that I didn't know how it was possible to feel so unprepared to drive, even though I'd passed my test, and the government of Quebec had deemed me able to drive with another driver. He told me to relax, not to worry, and that it'd be fine.
Which is true. It was. I've driven a lot up at the cottage, and I even drove around Virginia (illegally!) for a few days, so I don't know why I was/am so freaked. I've done it before.
But that was a good confidence-builder. I'm feeling better about driving, and so, so, SO thankful that my dad is so cool about it. He wasn't even gripping the door all white-knuckled!
I've rambled. That happens.
Bed, now. Waking up in under 8 hours.
