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Everything in my last post was true. I have an unfortunate habit of eating excessive amounts of Twizzlers. I somehow always manage to spill pasta on the floor (first time it was half the pot). And this weekend I am so excited because we have Monday off and I am going to get so much done! *please note the conviction with which I speak* Today, Saturday, I woke up at 7 and finished reading my book by 9. It was a very interesting historical fiction book set in India in WWII. Then, I fried my brain on math homework for 2 hours--which was sort of funny because it involved mostly algebra, which I like. Oh dreaded be the days of graphing. Afterwards, I practiced my piano and then went on a walk with my parents, and then went and did my volunteer shift at the library. But get this, I drove there and back. Not only did I freak my mom out, but myself as well. She had me try and back out of a parking space at the library after my shift was over. Well, I've never backed out of any space really except for empty church parking lot spaces surrounded by imaginary red convertibles. Usually, I'd take out both convertibles to either side of me, but I have had some success. Now, I didn't hit anything in the library parking lot. It's just that you're so focused on not trying to hit the car to the left of you, or any poor pedestrians that happen to be behind, that you forget about the car to the right of you, and that's an unfortunate business. Luckily, my mom was there to yell stop a few thousand times. So, moral of the story, driving is terrifying. Even when everything goes quite nicely, I still can't stop shaking for nearly 5 minutes afterwards. I drove my mom to Palisades after she pulled the car out of the library parking lot, and this nice employee there offered us cheese samples. When I took the toothpick, my hand was shaking so bad it reminded me of math class, where we learned about something called simple harmonic motion or something something oscillating motion. Can't remember what the spiffy name is. But that's what it reminded me of. It's terrible. Then I got back to my house, and did some college research on naviance and such, which pretty much brings us to now. Yes, that is my entire Saturday in all excruciating detail. Poor souls. You deserve a girl scout cookie for reading through all of this. Samoas are the best, in my humble opinion.