Sunday, April 16, 2006

Zoom zoom.

I went out with a friend last night and he got a little...well...intoxicated. I was (for once) relatively sober, so he asked me to drive his car to the next place we were going, and I greedily said "OK" because it's so much awesome-er than my Mercury Sable. It's some kind of little Audi thing and honestly, it goes REAL fast. YAY!

Also, you know you're making a good impression when you meet some new people and, in the course of trying to tell a story you say "God, I mean, that guy went University of Phoenix or was pathetic!" And then EVERYONE starts dying laughing except one person, yeah, that's right, the person that you just met five minutes ago and who went to the University of Phoenix. Open mouth, insert BOTH feet. Thank goodness the guy had been in the Air Force so at least I was able to smooth it over a little bit later and talk to him about that and prove I wasn't a TOTAL bitch. I swear, sometimes I just don't think. And honestly, the place I got my Master's Degree is no pinnacle of higher education, so I really meant it with great affection -- but it was a very awkward moment for me. Well, for everyone I think.

I have to sit down and force myself to write a trust agreement for my estate planning class today -- boo hoo.
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