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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Well, we get school off tommorow which makes today feel alot like friday. Only we still have to go to school friday. Bitch.

However nerdy it sounds though, I think that today as a friday will make a much better friday than this coming friday will. lol. I went to dinner with some friends, bought practically nothing (a $2 soda and a $3 soup) and still didnt finish it, then went to see the incredibles. Awesome movie. I wont gush and gore over it because that's not my style, but if you havnt seen it, you should.

I went crazy on the drive home. Music blaring, windows down on the freeway at 10:00 at night. Of course, my usual minimum speed of 80 was in action (I was actually on cruise control half the time =D). I never noticed how fun it is to make hand-airplanes when you're going 80. You know, when you stick your hand, palms open, out of the window and rotate your wrist to provide thrust. It's cool at 50, even better at 90mph. Of course, I didnt just do hand-airplanes. When I got back on street roads I steadily toasted my tires and worked my engine. Those of you who are car enthusiasts know that as you progressively wear on tires, they get hotter and stickier, giving progressively better performance. By the end of the run, pulling into my residential area, I was blaring around a right turn at 40, tires squealing ferociously and tachometer bouncing off of 6000 rpm. That is the shit. I havnt worked my car like that for a couple of months. And to be honest, when I got out of it at home, I could hear it sighing relief, because it likes being worked. And I like the odor of roasted tires and brake pads. yeee.



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