I always write my posts the next day at 1/2 am and change the date to the night before. Did you notice??
Right now it's 25 Aug 1:46 AM but I'm going to post this as...24 Aug 9:45 PM. hehheh.
Technically, I am posting one everyday. I'm just a day behind.
Anyway, I think I'm going to write the article an hour before the due date (tomorrow at 12 PM). I forgot how much I missed procrastinating. But honestly, I tend to work better when I am in a rush. In my junior year at DBHS I had to write an essay on the Scarlet Letter for my English III Honors class (with Mr. Kirkeby). I wrote that hella last minute and I was one of the few to get an A. I want to say I was the only one to get an A, but that's kinda cocky. HAHA!! I wish my ability to pull poo outta my butt was as strong as it was back then. w/e.
Oh, and my license is expired. It has been for...7 months now. OMG! I kiiiiind of not want to get it renewed because I'm only here for a couple of months. I've lasted for 7 months w/o getting into BIG trouble. A couple months ago, I got pulled over for a broken headlight at UCSD.
Cop - Do you know your license is expired?
Me - Yes, I know.
Cop - WHAT?! That's a huge problem.
Me - Oh, but I have a military ID and I was told that I was able to drive with an expired license.
Cop - That's only if you're on active duty. Are you on active duty?
Me - No, I'm on reserve. (Dangit. I should have just told him I was on active duty. I lied about being on reserve, might as well have lied a little smarter...Doesn't matter).
We had a long conversation but the cop eventually let me go. Shoot...Did I get a ticket for my headlight? I don't remember. Oh, well.
I got a ticket for having an expired registration sticker when I was at Pastor Rubin's house. FUNK.
When I came to my car, I saw 2 tickets: one for parking in the neighborhood without a permit (it's literally right next to Biola so they don't want random cars there) and a ticket for having an expired registration 2 minutes later. Guess what the cop's name was. ME! It was ME! No, wait. It was Yu. That bastard. When I read "Yu," I thought, "How'd he know my last name was Yu?" Bastard. You're not supposed to give tickets to family.
When I came to my car, I saw 2 tickets: one for parking in the neighborhood without a permit (it's literally right next to Biola so they don't want random cars there) and a ticket for having an expired registration 2 minutes later. Guess what the cop's name was. ME! It was ME! No, wait. It was Yu. That bastard. When I read "Yu," I thought, "How'd he know my last name was Yu?" Bastard. You're not supposed to give tickets to family.
Hrmm, I feel like I could have written the article by now...meh...
TATA!!
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