BEDA 12: Noncohertent Sunday post of obligation.

 I watched ten episodes of Community today and my brain is so dead that I can't even begin to comprehend putting together a coherent post. Watching Community is good but watching ten consecutive episodes isn't good for one's overall mental health.

Today I realized that I suck at parking lots. Didn't hit anything, just held people people up from getting their coffee as I made a 120 degree turn while people laughed at me. Mildly embarrassing moments FTW.

Slack Sunday post is as slack as this Sunday. Because my head hurts and I want to sleep.
Love,
-J-

BEDA 11: Family reunions and my Broadway car.

Today was a quasi-family reunion for my grandparents' fiftieth wedding anniversary. Being my family, this meant gathering in a church basement for two hours with a spread of small sandwiches and old people that I don't know.

Thankfully, after wandering awkwardly for around twenty minutes, during which I was asked 'Who [I] belong to' and had to explain a good portion of my family tree to answer this question and was mistaken for being thirteen years old, I surfaced some Dutch Blitz cards with my cousins (who were also not fully obligated to eat small sandwiches and make polite conversation with relatives we didn't know existed or random elderly people who lurk around my grandparents' church, like the "real adults" had to). We hid in a back room and played some intense Dutch Blitz until our presences were required for the cake cutting. It was a good time, especially because I haven't actually hung out with some of my cousins for years.

 My grandparents, great aunt, aunt, uncle, cousins (+ one gf and bf), 1st cousin, parents, brother and me.

Me, my bro and my grandparents.

My nail polish matched my dress perfectly. It was a good moment.

Now that I can drive, my cousin Leigh Ann (who, unfortunately for my relatives, as well as having similar names, we also look and act alike which confuses the heck out of them) offered me an open invitation to come up and go to Treego some weekend.That would be awesome.

In other news, I discovered the therapeutic powers of driving around in the beautiful little Jetta by oneself and singing Broadway music at the top of one's voice. I think my car will be a Broadway car. I'm also progressively growing to love that Jetta more and more. It's just so cozy and standard and adorable and not a minivan. Basically all the things I look for in a car. Also, the ability to drive a standard makes me feel special.
Love,
-J-

BEDA 10: Rant day.

I feel like I need to write the Al(l)ans of my life:

I would tell Allan that if he wears backwards baseball caps as much as he does in the pictures I scroll past on facebook of him in Quebec, that I will kick him and stare at him disappointingly like sad Tennant here. Because backwards baseball caps are terrible and I don't think I'd be able to endure it. I can handle to gangster rap CDs in his car, but mixed with backwards baseball caps means all shame is gone.

I would tell other Alan that he needs to grow up and deal with things instead of dwelling on them and choosing to let them rule his life. By 'rule his life,' I mean causing him to be an unbearable person who does nothing but complain and spew negativity into the universe. He is actually incapable of saying positive things. He is the dementor of people. He sucks happiness from the air and makes people around him feel sad and angry. He doesn't seem to realize that bad things happen to everybody and that people can move on from them. He still dwells on a kind of break up he had over a year ago with a girl he was never really together with. Like, he practically claims that she ruined everything. He bitches about her all the time. Then he blames the rest of bad things on his parents for breaking up. He has the most average middle class problems yet they've completely destroyed him as a person. Now there's some drama that him and Tatyana were kind of together for two days, she decided to call it off and he cried and said that "she's the reason [he'll] never procreate." That's how ridiculous he is, not only that he actually said that but that he said that when he is seventeen years old. He's actually just the most self centered asshole I know and I feel no pity for him whatsoever. I want to aggressively slam his head against a table often.

/rant over/

I figured this was my BEDA day to rant. I apoligize, but I think I'm going to send Alan a facebook message right now. I'll deal with other Allan when he gets back, it's less urgent.
Love,
-J-

BEDA 9: THE WORLD IS MY DOMAIN.

I'm a licensed driver, guys. I took my test in standard, even. I only stalled twice, despite the hilly nature of the route and I am actually just so freaking happy. At one point during the test my foot was practically having a seizure from nerves but I still parallel parked satisfactorily, despite the shakiest clutch foot of all time. I think the standard actually helped me because she gave me the benefit of most doubts because of it.

Now I need to go on a quest but I don't know where because THE WORLD IS MY DOMAIN.

I'm actually just ridiculously excited to have accomplished this milestone in my life because over a year and a half I failed my learner's permit the first time, nearly finished driver's ed at a place that shut down and only allowed me partial credit, did half of driver's ed over again, failed my road test the first time, and passed it today after all these shenanigans. In a Jetta that one has to win its affection.

Now to bother my grandparents with links of cars from kijiji so they find one to buy so I can buy their old car. It's the least annoying form of nagging I know how to do.

Commence questing.
Love,
-J-
P.S.- I think this is my first BEDA that hasn't been published last minute. That's how freaking happy I am.