After a day trip to San Fran with a few of my closest friends (Findian, Toaster, and Hippo [ohhh, Hippo is gunna be mad that her secret name on my blog is Hippo {This nickname is not at all to do with her size, she is small and petite and adorable}]), I was driving home with Findian to watch the premiere of So You Think You Can Dance. That is when it happened. Now I am not a bad driver, okay? Remember this is all about me not being your average college blonde who is irresponsible and has daddy buy her a new car after every time she totals her "old" one due to drunk driving. I am a decent driver, but I live off of I-880. This automatically means I need to be a defensive/ more offensive driver. If you want to survive driving the 880 everyday (I do so because my high school and all of my friends live in a place where in order to get there I am obligated to take 880 unless I want it to take 40 minutes with no traffic)without being pushed around and "walked", more like driven, all over you have to hold your ground. That is what I do. So I happen to have mad tailgating skills, so what? So it scares my friends sometimes, so what? Not my problem. I love to see the looks on the jerky business mens' faces when they get schooled by a young blonde girl at their own game. When it is time to get down to business, you can bet I will defeat those Huns. (Mulan reference, btdubs [btdubs =btw =by the way])
So anyways, I am on my way home, just got off of 880 when I am second in line at the semi-busy intersection near my home. Now the person who is second in line has a duty to the person first in line, they are kind of like their wing man, am I right? When firstie forgets to pay attention when the light turns green, after a few seconds, seconds gives a nice little courtesy honk. I mean am I the only one in the world who thinks this is proper etiquette? So, I am seconds and fristie is not looking when the light turns green, and so I wait a few seconds then give a little honk. Firstie had sort of begun to drive before I honked so it was one of those awkward moments where firstie has the right to get a little frustrated with seconds, right? Of course. But, in my case, firstie hits the brakes and kinda gives me a glare in the mirror, then starts again. I gave him another little honk like, " Homeslice? What is going on, that is uncalled for, man, it was a courtesy honk." Then firstie gives me another, and longer this time, stop-n-go maneuver. So, I lay it on the horn. Okay, Homeslice, Number 1: Whoaaaa, you are freaking me out Captain Road Rage, 2: It was a freakin' courtesy honk, chill, 3: You are not only holding me up but the 40-some-odd peeps we got behind us, and no matter what, you are not going to be able to hold me up so much that I do not make it through the light because I am already half way and if you are making it through so am I. So while firstie is creeping along in the intersection I am just laying it on the horn when finally they start to drive again and then as soon as I make the turn I switched lanes and sped past them in a shaming sort of way, but also because I was legitimately scared they were going to go all bumper cars on me and smash into the side of my vehicle. Though really they would turn out worse in that predicament, I drive a large black truck, they were in a small cream car. So I mean, come one. Unless they had pre-installed Road Rage weapons like spikes or something. In that case I'd be more worried that they would murder me with a crossbow or a mace once they rendered my car useless with their mechanisms.
Now I am genuinely confused about the whole event, especially because as I passed firstie I gave them a "WTF?!?!?" look and I saw that they were in fact a cute looking Indian couple. Not the people I would first peg for Road Rage and trying to make me hit them, although they may have weapons such as harpoons and nails to pop my tires. Yikes. Was I really so wrong in giving them a heads up that the light had turned green?
Disclaimer: Yes. When I drive I do in fact speak 70% more gangster than when I am not driving. Also, I really do refer to people as "Homeslice." Quite often actually.
Seven inches of snow? Suddenly? In a span of two days? I mean it went from just being really cold to being really snowy, overnight... literally. I am from California. I don't know how to do snow. I don't know what to wear or how to walk so I don't fall down or what I need to not be blinded by the sun reflecting off the shiny snow covered ground. I now have to buy snow boots and new North Face brand jackets in order to survive. I feel like an idiot cause I know nothing of the way of life in snow. My friend, Hamster, was driving us around town and it was just bizarre to me that the car was sliding on the ice and there was a part where she couldn't get the car to make it over this snow bank thing in between the lanes. I felt like a three year-old trying to understand how it works to drive a car. And of course no one gives sympathy because they're like "I've had to live through this my whole life!" I say "Good for you, so tell me what the hell is going on!" I remember last year people would get some sort of sick satisfaction telling me and my roommate, Toaster, every day practically, "Say goodbye to the ground now because you won't be seeing it till April!" always in the same snide voice with the same evil grin. Serves them right, it only snowed for about two weeks last winter in Spokane. Pretty much the two weeks we were in California for Christmas Break. This year I half expected people to be wrong when they were all telling me that it was going to snow the next day. They were right though, boy were they right.
