They Be Tryin' To Catch Me Ridin' Dirty

Yea so....I'm driving along Gunn tonight on my way to meet up with Sean and Jessica, jamming to the radio minding my own business, when I see red and blue lights strobing in my rear view mirror. I was so nervous and scared that I was gonna get a ticket or who knows what, and I was all shakey and couldn't think straight....It wasn't cool.

So I pull into a parking lot and I'm like, do I leave my car on? Do I turn it off? What do I do? So I rolled down the window and I turned off the radio and put my car in park and such, and waited for the cop to come up. The whole time I'm like omg why did he pull me over?

He says I was going 55 mph (though I could have sworn I was only going like 50, which pretty much everyone goes at) which is 10 mph over the speed limit, and he claims that he even like told me to slow down before he pulled me over, didn't I see or hear him? No, I didn't obviously, and I wouldn't have heard him with my windows up and my music on...might not have heard him even without the music on really. My car is fairly quiet inside.

He asks for my license and registration and proof of insurance (since when do they ask you for proof of insurance?) and he looks over my car and he's like is that smoke coming from your car? I'm like uhh yea....the whole time I'm so nervous and shakey and blah x_x And he's like "is there any reason why you were going so fast?" so I manage to say that I was trying to get to a gas station to put oil in my car because I have a bad oil leak and I need oil bad and that's what the smoke is from.

So he goes to his car to tinker and I'm sitting there impatiently waiting to know the verdic...and he comes back and he's like "you know, I could give you a citation for this" and then he goes on to tell me that going faster actually makes the gears in the car go faster and heat up faster and use up the oil faster, thus going slower would actually help me get to where I need to go without oil more safely. And he's like "Ok so where were you heading to put oil in your car?" and I'm still in like stupified state and I'm like uhh the next one down the road... and he's like "Racetrack?" and I'm like oh yea, that's the name.

So he said something else and then said good night and drive safe and blah blah blah and got back in his car and drove off, and I had to sit there for a couple of minutes to compose myself a bit. Thank goodness I didn't get a ticket, like if I really needed something like that to add onto all the shit I gotta get taken care of o_o; I really did stop by Racetrack to put oil in my car though, and I told Michael about it, and he was all "dude, you totally got off because you have tits" and I was like you know, come to think of it, I was wearing a very rather low cut shirt....But I don't think that was it. Or maybe that plus my clean record. I dunno. I don't care, I just care that I got off scott-free. It definately left me in a weird mood the rest of the night though.

Hmm....So I'm gonna start working at Nella, that clothing store, for a couple of hours a few days a week for a week and I'm gonna see how it goes to see if I wanna quit Wendy's altogether right away, or maybe do like half and half or something. I dunno. But I pretty much have my resume all put together, just gotta make it look nicer, and then I can send it to Michelle to have her look at it and to see if there's anything open at the PAC finally. Cuz I could really use $9/hr now that I'll have to start paying car insurance again, plus gotta save up for things and trips and such. Oi, so much to do so little time.

*yawns* it's somehow about to be 5 am now and I'm getting sleepy so I'll stop here.