"I never had to choose my subject- my subject rather chose me"- Max Kaufman

Writing Territories

Fear- Shots, Bees

Annoyances- Excessive complaining, intentional distraction when I'm driving

Accomplishments- Generally not being in trouble

Confusions- discrimination

Sorrows- Modern Music (death of the guitar)

Dreams- Stable career 

Idiosyncrasies- musician

Risks- Bungee jumping (want to do)

Beloved Possessions- Pacifier and musical instruments (then), Car and musical instruments (now)

Problems- Time management

Just recently, in relative terms, I have started a new chapter of my life. I am now mobile. In the process of accomplishing this I of course required a teacher. Naturally this responsibility fell back onto my parents. So far this sounds pretty normal, but that is if you haven't met my dad. Emmet and Kevin both can vouch having known my dad for a while that he is, well, different. I love my dad but learning to drive with him was interesting, possibly because in his younger years he raced cars, or because he is just a reckless person, most likely a combination of the two. My dad had a driving "course" he created naming it, quite appropriately, driving with distraction. This involves operating a vehicle under the duress of excessive poking, screaming, hair tosseling, and loud music, accompanied with the occasional light wheel grab or momentary obstruction of vision (but never at the same time, that would be dangerous). Needless to say, this makes for difficult driving conditions regardless of the fact that the car I was usually driving was a manual. But I guess I can say that I am pretty confident that if I can drive with my dad, I am ready for carting around rowdy friends.