Dancing shamelessly and completely behind the wheel.

Broke into Busch Wildlife. Ate sunflower seeds by a lake. Talked about music and philosophy. Got one tick each.

We were fixed to watch Waking Life, and instead, upon walking up the path to my front door, we simultaneously let out very large "AH" moans, signifying we had forgotten to pick up milk, soy milk, chocolate chips, whipping cream, and bisquick for the mother.

I sped [we really wanted to get back and watch that movie!], saw a cop, slowed down, watched him for a mile and a half through my side mirror [because my rearview mirror is non-existent], apparently was swirving because I was watching him out of my side mirror, and got pulled over in the Michael's parking lot. He was very nice and the experience was more pleasing than not. He also saved us two trips by informing us that both Dierbergs and Schnuck's were closed. Thank you officer. What a wonderful first "getting pulled over" experience.

I woke up to the sounds of many laughing middle-aged women above my bedroom. There had to be at least four or five of them. Walked upstairs. Nope. Just my mother and one friend.

Staring at the mic stand to which I attached my home-made pop filter. It's an embroidery hoop and a pair of tights with the legs still attached. Find something to smile about.

I have to be home tonight some time between 10 and 11. I don't know why. My mother won't tell me why. My friends don't know what I'm talking about. Aimee does, but she won't tell me what it means and she's out of town anyway. It's apparently a "surprise" that I'll "enjoy". I am baffled and terrified.

And on a final note. I have a conversation obligation tonight. I'm not sure what I want. I guess that makes "whatever happens" seem like "what was supposed to happen". So just go with it and find contentment with whatever the situation brings.

It's not so bad.