Is there a problem, Officer??

Parking Ticket

With my seemingly impossible goals come extraordinary amounts of stress and other tough situations. Monday was the day that everything I had to do caught up to me and hit me with the force of 4,000 Hurricane Ritas.

The rundown:
I spent my Saturday hanging out with friends, then spent Sunday at church and doing homework that was supposed to be done on Saturday. Saturday night, I took a power nap from 2am ‘till 4am, then I woke up and went right back to my studies. Monday I studied from 4am ‘till 8am and then I went to school.

Somehow, I got through my first class and then proceeded to go to my “Music and Civilization” class to take the dreaded test. Before receiving the test, I felt extra prepared, but the feeling changed very quickly. For fear of an emotional relapse, I will refrain from sharing any more details of the experience

After class, I went to work and my stress and frustration was amplified by the fact that NOTHING went right on the job. Three hours went by and I was at my wits end. I hopped in my car and headed to a place I considered my safe haven when I was 17. I was headed to Best Buy.

For no apparent reason, I took the long way to Best Buy and drove slow to make the trip as long as possible. The lack of a speed limit sign made me assume the speed limit was 40mph, so I drove 39 to be safe. As soon as I came around the bend, there was a police car sitting at the side of the road with his radar pointed at me. I slowed down to 10 mph to be extra safe, but the cop closely tailgated me. The cop flashed his lights and I stopped the car without bothering to pull to the side; when you’re tired, frustrated, and stressed, you don’t care about logistics.

When a cop (who has a gun at arm’s length) is ready to lay the SMACKDOWN on you, you start to act like a scared 4 year old schoolgirl…or at least I did.

Him: Good day, I’m officer xxxxxxx from the xxxxxxxx Police Department. My badge number is ######. May I have your license, registration, and proof of insurance.

Since when did officers have to prepare an entire speech for a routine traffic stop??

Me: (as I nervously take out my information) I had no idea of the speed limit. I had a rough day and I was just taking a drive to…

Him: Okay. License, registration, and proof of insurance.

Didn’t he want to hear my sob story?! Come on ‘ficer, I’m practically near tears here!

He takes my information and walks back to his car. Three LONG minutes later, he returns.

Him: Whose car is this?!?

Oh no! Dude thinks I stole the thing

Me: It’s my car. It says “Nissan” on the registration because it’s leased and the insurance is in my dad’s name.

He seemed pretty adamant about giving me a ticket, so I started to talk…

Me: I thought the speed limit was 40, that’s why I was going exactly 39. I’m not a speeder, but even if the speed limit was 30, you’re supposed to give me a 1-9mph cushion.


Oh no. Cop mad. BAD MOVE!

Me: (as I try to hold back the extreme sudden urge to wet myself) Uhhh… I thought it was common knowledge. Look, I’ll show you any information you want. Here take my wallet. Look through it. (I’m not really sure why I said that)

I empty my wallet and he notices a PBA card (sorta like a get out of jail free card) for the year 2003, and under it was a stack of my business cards.

The officer was under the impression that I had a stack of PBA cards.

Him: Let me see those. Where’d you get this???

Me: My friend’s dad is the governor and he gave it to me.

Him: HA! Stop playing with me.

Me: I’m not playing with you, officer

Him: Where’d he get it?

Me: (strongly resisting the urge to be sarcastic) I don’t know.

Him: Okay, you can go, but take it easy. The speed limit is twenty five.

Me: No problem.

After that incident, I didn’t want to go to Best Buy anymore. I didn’t even want to be in a car anymore. I returned to the job, finished up my work for the day, and came home feeling ashamed that I almost wet myself in front of a man with a gun.

Note: I got the ticket on the top of the entry when I was a Senior in high school and parked in a handicapped spot. I went to court for it and the judge dropped the case.

Let’s talk about school…


It has been 2.5 weeks since school started and as you see from the lack of updates, I haven’t had many free moments to do anything. In fact, I am currently using my study time to write this entry. Bad Geremy.

Let me share my thoughts:

1) My goal to get a 4.0 GPA seems more and more impossible with each passing day. I met my Economics teacher in his office on Tuesday and asked if he had any suggestions on how to reach my goal. He simply responded. “No, no… no.. no. Don’t do that. I don’t give A’s.” Don’t do what?? Don’t give A’s?? Isn’t that illegal or something?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!

2) Taking an 8:30am class everyday was a mistake. I’ve recently found out that I am NOT a morning person. I find myself speeding to school everyday because I can’t manage to leave the house on time…ever. Thank god for my 4-cylinder 50 horsepower monster-car that rushes me to school everyday to get me to class on time.

3) I was trying my best not to write about this, but I’ve reached my breaking point.

SOMEONE HAS HIT MY CAR AND LEFT THE SCENE FOR THE SEVENTH TIME!!!! I was walking back to my car after a stressful day at school and I was met with a huge blue and black scratch/dent on my bumper.

List of MALICIOUS things done to my car while parked on campus:

1) Entire left side of my car KEYED.
2) Left side of my bumper scratched
3) Left side of my bumper hit (by a red car)
4) Left side of my bumper hit (by a white car)
5) Left side of my bumper hit (by a black car)
6) Middle of my bumper dented

I’m trying to buy a force field on ebay to protect my car when I’m not in it.

4) My To-do list (pictured above) is PACKED with stuff. The picture was taken on Thursday afternoon and since that time 6 things have been added to the list. I need more time. Let’s increase the amount of hours in a day to 32.

5) I’m taking a class called “Music and Civilization” and it’s harder than any other class that I’ve taken in the history of school. I had a pop quiz on the 4th day of class and the class average was something like 20%. Me, being the genius that I am, got the highest score in the class (95%), due to the 4 hours of studying that I put in the night before.

I have my first test in that class tomorrow. I’m prepared for a LONG night of studying…I should probably get to that now.

My Fight to Write Right

Along with millions of my other minions around the dominion, I started school on Wednesday as a junior in college. However, my transition from “summertime” to “school time” was not as smooth as I hoped it would’ve been.

I had my clothes ready, my shoes and socks laid out, my bag packed, but I forgot to prepare my mind for what was ahead of me. I went to school at 8:30, had a seat, and took a notebook out of my bag. The instructor said something important so I proceeded to write it down into my fresh Mead 1 subject notebook, but my handwriting looked like…excuse my French…crap.

You see, the most that I’ve had to write in my four months of summer has been the information on the deposit slip for my bank. Since I had to take pages and pages of notes, my hand sorta spazzed out and scribbling came out because it was entering into unfamiliar territory. Luckily it didn’t take long for me to adjust and I was back to writing my notes neatly in cursive in minutes.

Sidenote: In school, I am taking as many classes as I am allowed to take, and when you couple this with my goal of achieving a 4.0 GPA this semester, I foresee A LOT of work ahead. Why am I mentioning this? I hate to break it to ya, but there probably won’t be as many updates here from now until December 18. That’s the price that WE have to pay for me to get what I want. I love our give/take relationship.

Recipe for Disaster

Ingredients – (1) Pool – (2) Packages of powder shock (a type of purifying chemical) – (1) Solar pool cover


  1. Pour 2 packages of powder shock into the pool water
  2. Turn off the pool’s pump & filter
  3. Cover pool with solar cover
  4. Leave on a 9 day roadtrip

Upon re-arrival, the pool’s water will be a radioactive, halogen, highlighter green color.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the recipe to ruin a pool. Thankfully, after 2 weeks of chemical pampering, we finally have a clean pool again. Lesson learned.