My mom is a dork

So, my mom took me out to drive today. Yes. I'm 18 and I just recently got my permit. Yay? Anyway, we go out to the community college to practice in the parking lot. It's fine for a while, and then my mom wants me to practice parallel parking. Well, the reason why we went to the community college parking lot was so that there wouldn't be any other cars around, so practicing a parallel park would be considered somewhat of a challenge. Never fear, my mom has all the answers. She takes my laundry detergent and fabric softener (for college) from the trunk and sets them up to be the "cars that I have to park in between". Right? Anyway, I guess I was taking too long switching back and forth between "reverse" and "drive" because I didn't want to hit the laundry supplies, so my mom told me that she would parallel park. Her reasoning? "Well. if it's easy for me then it'll be easy for you." And she kicks me out of the car so I can watch how she does it. She pulls forward in front of the fabric softener (that was the front car) and proceeds to back up towards the detergent. She gets dangerously close to the detergent, and I yell at her to stop once she hits it and it falls over. Can she hear me? No. She keeps going until I'm screaming "stop!" and waving my arms to get her attention.
But I exaggerate. You thought that the bottle was completely run over, didn't you? It was hit, yes, and it was knocked over, but it was, shall we say, mildly squished. I am not taking it to college because it's leaking from who knows where, but I'm not going to be a selfish prick about it. The detergent will get used, trust me.
Well, I would call that my Laura Cooper driving experience, except I didn't pop my hubcap off of my tire. I might eventually, though, seeing as how I inherited genes from my mother and she squished my laundry detergent.

3/50

Had a fun night out eating frozen yogurt with my boyfriend and my friend!
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2/50

College jacket! (:
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I'm really excited about the upcoming county fair in my area. I normally don't care for these sort of events, but they have an "art show" there and I'm thinking about entering some of my photography in. It's only $3.50 to enter a piece, so how can I not? Some pieces I'm considering are posted on my flickr, including Naptime, one of my favourite pictures of my kitten, Sophie. There are also a few other photographs, but I haven't posted them on my deviantart or my flickr. So we'll see how that goes. I think it'll be pretty nifty if I get a ribbon on something. The fair takes place in August, so we'll see how my work does. Wish me luck! (:

1/50

The start of the next chapter of the rest of my life.

This is the first of my Last Summer series. I may not post all of them on my blog, but they will all definitely be on my flickr, so please check out my photography there! (:

Numbness

I found Cupcake in her cage on Friday night, the first of June. She was behind her little igloo, lying down. I tapped on the bars of the cage. No response. So I opened up the cage and I gently touched her side. She was cold. And at that moment, I remembered when my friend Cassie told me about when she was holding a cat that had broken ribs, and the cat suddenly grew cold in her arms.
I knew that it was for the best. I could hear her have trouble breathing at night. She was getting old, and losing the fur around her hind legs. She couldn't move as quickly as she once did, and I don't remember the last time that I heard her running on her wheel.
Still... it's hard to believe that she's really gone. The cage is still on my desk, untouched after I took her out for the last time. I know I have to put it away soon, but... it's difficult to part with it. It was only a little over a year ago that I pulled it out for her. And now she's gone. I know they don't live that long. But it doesn't make the sadness go away. I must have bawled for an hour or something. There's something about finding such an adorable creature laying there lifeless that just breaks your heart. And of course, there is the inevitable self-questioning. What could I have done that would have extended her life?
Was I too careless in taking care of her?
I should have paid much more attention to her. Then I would have known.
This is the time for grieving.

As Summer was just beginning

Yearbooks were distributed the other day. It's so close to the end of summer for me and the beginning of a new chapter in my life. Graduation will take place on the ninth this month. The days will seem long at first. I'll sleep in until ten or eleven in the morning, taking advantage of not having to wake up right when the sun is starting to rise. My days will consist of lounging around on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels on the television while I slowly fill my stomach with cereal and milk, and maybe an Odwalla or Naked juice. I like the green flavor.
I'll look for a job here and there. Target maybe, or Starbucks. I know if I get a job at Starbucks I'll get fat from buying an over-sweetened iced coffee drink every day that I work. If I'm lucky, I'll get along with my manager and be able to get the 23rd off to go to San Francisco that day for Warped Tour. I still need to purchase my ticket for that. I'll hopefully be able to go with Nathan and Trish. That would be a fun day. Pierce the Veil is scheduled to be there.
And then summer will seem to pass by just like that. It'll be time to move into my college dorm and I'll start my classes that following week. But for now, I'll just lounge around beside my friend's pool and we'll race cardboard boats across her pool and back. I'll have my camera around me all the time so that I can guarantee that I won't forget anything that's happened throughout the lazy days of summer.  I'll bleach my hair so that I can dye it fun, crazy colors. Haters gonna hate.