How to make friends with a police officer.

You probably shouldn't life up your dress when leaving a resturant. Even if there are leggings underneath your dress, and you're just trying to adjust it. And if the cop car across the parking lot looks empty...

I swear it's never a dull moment when we hang out! :D

I hate the smell of Vicks.

It's true, I find the smell of Vicks VapoRub very unappealing. Mainly because I associate it with being sick, but really because the menthol/eucalyptus kinda makes my eyes water. In the grand scheme of things however I've decided that there are worse things in life than my dislike of the slimy, grease like substance otherwise known as Vicks.
I seem to do some of my best thinking late at night when I should be sleeping. I realize that the previous statement is probably hard to believe because I too have read the things that I have posted in the wee hours of the night. :) Seriously though I have some pretty sweet conversations with God and I sort a lot of things out when I'm a little sleep deprived.
Earlier tonight it hit me that I have no idea what the heck I am doing. I'm a 'driven' person, meaning that I know where I'd like to be, and I know what I want to happen to get me there. It's just that I'm still here hanging out exactly where I started in the first place.
What's up with that?!?

I need to hit my brakes like a taxi that's just been hailed...

There's just something about the city that I love. It's busy, fast-paced, noisy, exciting, confusing, and a little overwhelming all in one. What's not to love?! Sometimes I feel like my speed is like that of a city. There's a lot going on, it involves many different things, and I'm always on the go. There's little time for errors, and I got caught up in the craziness all too quickly. I just spent a weekend in Chicago and it made me realize a number of things. Not only do I love city life, I could potentially live there. However, just visiting is kinda nice as well. It's so easy to get 'lost' in the chaos of everything going on around you. I pack my schedule full, and I mean very full, so that I've always got something going on, or somewhere that I need to be. And while I like that I'm busy, and I know that if I wasn't I'd go crazy. At the same time, I think that by keeping this up I'm going crazy.

I've developed quite the relationship with my car this week...

It has problems, and I've tried to fix them (with assistance from my dad, or rather input from him) but have had little luck. However, I'm now a pro at knowing what to do when your car overheats, popping the hood (it's broken so I kinda feel like my hand is getting swallowed while I attempt to find the latch and unhook it) climbing under the car to find leaks, figuring how to tell when it's okay to remove the cover of the radiator, or filling the antifreeze. oh, and telling the difference between antifreeze that is leaking or just water. I've decided that these are all pretty handy skills to have. Especially since my car seemed to overheat everyday...

I should probably tell you some helpful things that I learned because of this.
-they really mean it when they say "Caution: HOT! or contents under pressure... Your engine kinda takes forever to cool down.
-It's impossible to tell that antifreeze is green or blue after it has been chillin on the ground for awhile.
-Looking at the underside of your car is not pleasant. Especially if you look at the grill (I've never seen so many dead bug parts in my life.
-The whole grease smeared on your face thing... not really sure how it happens but its very attractive.

Might as well be strangers...

I feel like somewhere between here and there I forgot what it means to be a friend. So just work with me while I figure it all out again.

You say DRIVEN like it's a bad thing.

Is there such a thing as being too driven? Just kidding... I think I knew the answer to that question before I typed it. Perhaps it is better stated 'Am I too driven?' During a recent conversation (okay, a number of recent conversations) I was asked this question. And/or I was told that I come across as a driven person. At first I didn't think much of it. But the more I thought about it, the more I questioned it. Sometimes I think being driven and knowing what you want/where you're going is a good thing. But other times it doesn't seem that way. Maybe, just maybe it hurts you more than it helps you...

This basically sums up my week.

Short shorts, freshman, long days, and falling out of chairs. Memories, nicknames, odd jobs, awkward stares. Coffee dates, expensive books, taco bell, and paper cuts. Text messages, hellogoodbye, and laughing til I could cry. A social life, or lack there of, and just maybe a not so secret crush. Favorite friends, Tennesse (the song, not the state), football games, and junior high lipgloss. Bridgett Jones, futons, clearence racks, liquid eyeliner, and speed dating.

Any questions??

I never had all the answers
I never had enough time
But I sure had all the reasons
Why you weren't what I wanted to find
I never laid all my cards out
You just wanted to play
The king he waited on my doorstep
While the joker and me went on our way
Maybe I was much to selfish
but you're still on my mind.