Last night…

I’ll start with my 3 hours at drivers ed. I finally got the courage to actually talk to a few people, so now I don’t have to sit there in utter silence. I sat next to a girl named Emily who appeared not to be on drugs or like a serial killer or anything. That was good… So we made fun of our teacher the whole time and laughed a lot. This girl Michelle and I hung out by walking the length of the mall during our 10 minutes (oh yippee) of free time. So that part wasn’t so bad.

The thing was, we had the same teacher again. We’ll be stuck with him again on Thursday and three days next week too. (Hopefully tonight’s teacher will be under 70.) Oh, that’s right – I lied about his age. He has to be at least 76. Not 66. So that’s even WORSE. He stands up there chewing on something (I’m thinking his own mouth) and talking in a way such that everything sounds like it has an “sh” in it. Annoying.

He was telling us this one story, which had nothing to do with driving I might add, and suddenly I found myself being CLUCKED at. I’m not even kidding. He was CLUCKING at our class – like a chicken. I was seriously scared out of my wits. Oh, and at this point I was so bored that I was writing future emails on gum wrappers and a diary entry on a receipt… (I’ve decided to scratch both and just tell you after the fact what happened…) Aren’t I just pathetic? Hey – at least it gave me something to do.

[Oh, and it didn’t help to think about what OTHER people were doing from 5:30-8:30 instead of sitting there learning about insurance and watching a video which ends with a question like, “Johnny Miller – what would YOU sentence yourself to?” (Such as Jaimie who was working, my sister who was out with some friends, Jake who was out on a date, Jess who was probably with Eric…)] At least I was able to zone out for most of the class.

So I came home – didn’t almost crash the car for once in my life – and got ready to go house-sit again. When we got there, we opened the garage, and my sister proceeded to unlock the door. But it was jammed. And as she jiggled it, the alarm went off. Again. AHHHHH. But I remember thinking how relatively quiet it was from the outside… So anyway, we got in, she turned it off, and called the security company to let them know it was a false alarm. That was the extent of the excitement for the evening.

We woke up this morning at a quarter til 11. Whoops – didn’t mean to sleep in that much. So anyway, we went downstairs to get ready to leave. She turned off the “sleep” alarm, and reset the normal alarm. (This is the alarm which gives you 1 minute after it’s set to leave the house.) So we get out of the house, get in the car, and start driving down the street. Then the alarm went off. My GOD I was wrong last night. That thing could’ve been heard a mile away! We were just like, AHHHHHHHHH. We turned around, got back in the house and shut the damned thing off.

Then we called the security company, but the police were already on the way. Luckily the policeman went to our church, even though we didn’t know him, and had heard my sister play for the service last Sunday. That was kind of funny. But he was really nice about it. After he left we called the security company again, including the technician, and tried to figure out why it went off when no one was in the house to set the motion detectors off. We determined we’d shut off the first one and set the second one too close together in time… The thing had gotten “confused.” I HATE technology! (Even though I love it.)

We finally got out of there alive and without anymore alarms going off…

@~>~>-dreamergrrl