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9:15 Impossible
Nov. 2nd, 2006 02:28 pmNote: last night I did have the snack of individual serving sizes of Garlic and Parmesan Pita Chips while in town and bar-be-cue chips on the way home. At home I did have another can of Vegetarian Vegetable.
Attempted to rise at 5:25 and via re-setting my clock several times, didn't get much more sleep even though I wasn't fully-out of bed until 6:15. During this time span, I did have to call the driving school and tell them to come for me at work and left my work number on the answering machine.
The day started slow and lasted long enough at work that we had time to fully clean the shelves with the deli products, put-away duplicates, and deal with ends.
Even with giving Cheez-Its away during my snack break, I still couldn't get rid of a handful. I think I had cranberry juice with the ones I had.
During what would be more of a practice half-hour instead of hour, I told my instructor that an uncle took me out a few times and gave an example of what his exercises were like. For example, after having me back-up along a curb and asking me if I thought I was good at backing-up, he took me to a different part of a parking lot and asked me the question again. I in a straight line, yeah. The curb he chose was a wavy line.
For the second time that day, I managed to get into a conversation about sport as I waited with my instructor for the cop. The first time was when I my half-Mic Mac, half-white co-worker was talking about an Indian game they just call football. They light the ball on fire so it can be seen at night and have to take breaks during the game to take-off their shoes and douse their feet in cold water. Makes the Scots look like wimps even when they're tossing cabers (my comment.)
The instructor and cop have their conversation about hockey and I note to myself to go to:
http://www.hockeyfights.com
sometime in the future. I don't even have to parallel park and I passed.
At the registry, I hand them the last of my paperwork and fees with my former state ID before wondering what to do with myself now.
At an international market, I pick-up two of a pastry that's sweet balls and a juice box with pomegranate juice with packaging that might be in Farsi. The guy there tells me I eat healthy based on me getting that juice. I go on about loving the fruit, but I don't like the Pom-wonderful juice since the natural flavours added changes the taste. As soon as I taste the juice outside, I double-back in to tell him it is much better than Pom-wonderful, much better.
Further down the street is an Indo-Pak store and I see that besides the samosas for sale next to the register, there's another product that turns-out to have a hollow middle and is round. I take mystery good over samosa.
Once at home, I tell the mother about passing the test and have her look for the contact agent at the insurance company. She doesn't find the information by the end of the night so we're going to have to call later.
I check my e-mail and see that my hold on Voltaire's "What is Goth?" has come-in. I'm out and then in for one last time for the day.
The father came home with a cold, whole chicken and the mother was considering putting the chicken-off and ordering-out tonight. I said no since I know if the chicken is waited-on, I won't be eating it. She offers the cole slaw that's been in the fridge for a day and I say no to it. We have it with corn. (It's the same fridge that has let ants in it before so I'm not trusting anything that's not Coke from it if the food's been in there for even a day.)
Later the mother is asked by the father if the chicken carcass in the trash has been fully-scraped. After she answers yes and he goes away, I remark about, it wouldn't be in the trash if she hadn't fully-scraped it in the first place. Besides, even if it wasn't, what's he going to do? Get it out of the trash? She tells me she would have thrown-up if he had dived into the trash for it.
I don't trust the man to have enough sense not to.
Rest of the night is spent online and telling some people about me passing the test.
At 11, I turn-on the CBS local news to find-out the legal-but-deadly substance they've been teasing us with during commercial breaks was salvia divinorum.
A Chicken Noodle soup variant was my last meal before bed.
Attempted to rise at 5:25 and via re-setting my clock several times, didn't get much more sleep even though I wasn't fully-out of bed until 6:15. During this time span, I did have to call the driving school and tell them to come for me at work and left my work number on the answering machine.
The day started slow and lasted long enough at work that we had time to fully clean the shelves with the deli products, put-away duplicates, and deal with ends.
Even with giving Cheez-Its away during my snack break, I still couldn't get rid of a handful. I think I had cranberry juice with the ones I had.
During what would be more of a practice half-hour instead of hour, I told my instructor that an uncle took me out a few times and gave an example of what his exercises were like. For example, after having me back-up along a curb and asking me if I thought I was good at backing-up, he took me to a different part of a parking lot and asked me the question again. I in a straight line, yeah. The curb he chose was a wavy line.
For the second time that day, I managed to get into a conversation about sport as I waited with my instructor for the cop. The first time was when I my half-Mic Mac, half-white co-worker was talking about an Indian game they just call football. They light the ball on fire so it can be seen at night and have to take breaks during the game to take-off their shoes and douse their feet in cold water. Makes the Scots look like wimps even when they're tossing cabers (my comment.)
The instructor and cop have their conversation about hockey and I note to myself to go to:
http://www.hockeyfights.com
sometime in the future. I don't even have to parallel park and I passed.
At the registry, I hand them the last of my paperwork and fees with my former state ID before wondering what to do with myself now.
At an international market, I pick-up two of a pastry that's sweet balls and a juice box with pomegranate juice with packaging that might be in Farsi. The guy there tells me I eat healthy based on me getting that juice. I go on about loving the fruit, but I don't like the Pom-wonderful juice since the natural flavours added changes the taste. As soon as I taste the juice outside, I double-back in to tell him it is much better than Pom-wonderful, much better.
Further down the street is an Indo-Pak store and I see that besides the samosas for sale next to the register, there's another product that turns-out to have a hollow middle and is round. I take mystery good over samosa.
Once at home, I tell the mother about passing the test and have her look for the contact agent at the insurance company. She doesn't find the information by the end of the night so we're going to have to call later.
I check my e-mail and see that my hold on Voltaire's "What is Goth?" has come-in. I'm out and then in for one last time for the day.
The father came home with a cold, whole chicken and the mother was considering putting the chicken-off and ordering-out tonight. I said no since I know if the chicken is waited-on, I won't be eating it. She offers the cole slaw that's been in the fridge for a day and I say no to it. We have it with corn. (It's the same fridge that has let ants in it before so I'm not trusting anything that's not Coke from it if the food's been in there for even a day.)
Later the mother is asked by the father if the chicken carcass in the trash has been fully-scraped. After she answers yes and he goes away, I remark about, it wouldn't be in the trash if she hadn't fully-scraped it in the first place. Besides, even if it wasn't, what's he going to do? Get it out of the trash? She tells me she would have thrown-up if he had dived into the trash for it.
I don't trust the man to have enough sense not to.
Rest of the night is spent online and telling some people about me passing the test.
At 11, I turn-on the CBS local news to find-out the legal-but-deadly substance they've been teasing us with during commercial breaks was salvia divinorum.
A Chicken Noodle soup variant was my last meal before bed.
