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OOOooOOOOOooHHH GUUUURL Stop and Hear About my mad SADDERDAY GOSSIP

A couple huge things happened yesterday, so boy, was my Saturday quite a day.

First, I made a really complex breakfast involving a spinach tortilla, an egg omelet, colby-jack cheese, medium queso cheese, and sour cream. It wasn't as delicious as I had hoped, but it still was absolutely lovely. I also ate a whole buncha chunks of shabbot bread. Ten outta ten, yo.

Then I took a lengthy shower. 

Followed by getting dressed... and getting into the car. That's right: I was driving.

Driving is something I'm pretty inexperienced in and, though I genuinely want to learn to drive, I can often feel terrified and overwhelmed. Yesterday was no exception. 

I could barely park. Imagine my fear when Mother was like, "Today you're going to parallel park." 

(Don't worry. Due to time constraints, I never got around to that part.)

Driving around in circles at the DMV was pretty scary. Then it came around 5:45ish. And I had somewhere to be at 6 -- that place being my high school's pageant. I was not a participant; just a spectator. I am thinking about joining next year's pageant, so I decided to watch this year's. So I was all like, "Mom, we gotta go , ,, , ,, ," 

Momther dearest was then like, "Oh, then drive to the next gas station."

I was like " ,,, m   o m,,,"

I never drove on a normal road, so this was very scary. 

I passed the first gas station. Mom told me to keep going; the gas station she wanted me to pull into was one on the right, not the left. Ooooaoakkakakay.... vvvverey scaaRREDdddd

When it came time for the actual gas station, Mom told me to go straight rather than pulling in. I was terrified; I was definitely not in a state where I could protest. I kept going, my heart racing. I could barely form words.

I drove all the way to my location, arriving right before 6. I got out, feeling very wobbly. Mom then took the driver's side and drove off, telling me how good I did. I didn't feel good. I felt terrible. I felt... bad. As she pulled away, leaving me alone, I began to tear up as I walked through the cold to the building. I couldn't cry, though, because there were too many people around. I held back my tears and stood in line, praying that no one would talk to me or recognize me. I was not in a state for conversation. I held in my hands my wallet for in case they charged money, my flip phone, a water bottle, a pen, and a receipt. I was going to take notes!

The line took SOOO long and barely moved. I have no idea what held it up forever. By the time I reached the front, I did find out they charged money and tugged out the $10 admission. Theeeeere we go. 

As I walked in, I still felt a bit overwhelmed, but now my atmosphere was changing. I was feeling a bit better and was growing excited to watch the pageant. It was a little hard to find a seat, but eventually I settled near the back. By the time I came in, all the seats in the front and middle were taken, and the back was all that was left. Not like I minded, anyhow -- the people who had daughters or family in the pageant deserved the best seats anyway. 

I found my seat in the center, between two groups of teen girls I didn't recognize. I was seated directly behind a row of teenage boys. As I was settling in, one recognized me and said, "Hi Liz." I did not recognize him. I replied with a greeting; this wasn't the first time someone I did not recognize knew me, nor will it be the last. He had a hat on (I think it was a backwards baseball cap) and I would later recognize him as "Bobby," a boy I shared seventh grade computer class with. I just remembered thinking that he was really obnoxious. I would soon learn that he did not change one bit. I did not recognize him because he was bald back then but now he had a healthy shag of dirty blond hair; puberty also changed his general features as well.