2005-06-11 - 11:45 a.m.

what is the first thing i do when i get my driver's license again? drive a bunch of drunk people around.
how did i lose my driver's license in the first place? oh, by driving a bunch of drunk people around. the difference being, the first time, i was sixteen, and it was illegal for me to be in the presence of other underage kids who were drinking. so we all get DUIs. even tho i wasnt drinking, and they werent driving. im the only one who gets my license taken away. PENNSYLVANIA SUCKS.
but now, because we're all older, im the responsible one, being the designated driver, nothing illegal here folks.
you have no idea how much that pisses me off. but i'll get over it.
i went to the beach yesterday with my friend matt and a few other people. matt's been my friend ever since i dropped out of high school. we hung out all the time when i lived at home, and when he went away to college here in philly, i came to visit him at least once a month, if not more. he's the reason i decided to go to Temple, so that i could be in philly too. we havent hung out in a while, because he has a girlfriend now. but it was awesome to spend time with him again.
i dont really like the beach, but i will go anywhere with matt, more or less. its always fun. once i even went to a dance club with him.
i have a really hard time walking on sand, but matt, ever the gentleman (haha) never hesitates to help out. nor does he hesitate to throw me into the ocean with my clothes on, even tho he knows im scared to death of it. but did he let me drown? of course not! i remember when i used to live at home my mom would go on about how he was just using me to drive him around, because i would always be the designated driver. she would always say he wasnt really my friend, and i took that to mean, lara, there's no way that this nice, normal guy who's more than two years older than you, would legitimatly want to be your friend. sometimes i thought that too, and i would go weeks without speaking to him, but eventually he would win out, and we'd go out for a drive or out to a diner or something, and everything would be back to normal.
and i dont mind being the designated driver. i never, ever get drunk in public, cause when im drunk, i get so uncoordinated i can hardly stand up. i do it at home all the freakin time, but never in public if i can help it. so, we were definitly in public, so i wasnt planning on drinking anyway. just a few beers out on the beach, looooong before we were planning to drive back.
we talked about how he wants to marry his girlfriend, because thats always been his goal in life, to find a girl to marry. i used to think that was so ironic, because he was such a playboy, but its true that whenever he had a girlfriend he was totally devoted to her. this girlfriend, tho, he thinks if he even brings it up she will freak out and break up with him. its possible. that is a scary thing to talk about.
we talked about how i need to find a new place to live, and he said i could move into his room when he moves out. he lives in a big house in university city, near where he went to school, but he's leaving to move closer to where he got a job. i thought about it, dunno how i would like living in a big house full of crazy college students where there's a party every week that lasts from thursday night till sunday afternoon. although, thats not much different than the old days at East Oak Lane. i dunno how much i would like going up three flights of steep, narrow, windy, crooked, kinda broken stairs every day (he lives on the top floor) especially after a crazy drunken party that lasts for three days. then there's the fact that its in university city, which means it would cost more than twice what i pay now. so, in other words, i could never afford it, so forget it.
i was also talking to this other girl that went with us, Lisa, who goes to school with Matt. she's an international business major, and she gave me this wild idea: i should be a language major. take a bit of french, a bit of german, and then pick some other, harder language, and just become fluent in it. i could be a translator. i could travel the freakin world, and get paid for it!
i just bet i could do that, if i tried really hard. i did learn italian in just four months. of course, there's the "if i tried really hard" to contend with.
bah. first things first. i need a new place to live.

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