I have both wonderful news and awful news. Let's get the awful news over with first.

I have less time than I thought... The seniors actually get out a whole week earlier than I thought they did. That doesn't sound like much, but when you thought you only had 6 weeks left with the girl you like, having a week taken off of that is a lot.

I know that's not really awful news for any of you guys since you aren't friends with FCG, but it's awful for me. I've gotta get her freakin' number! I had not one, but TWO perfect chances today, but I didn't do it... Haha, it was actually a wonder I was able to do anything at all! This brings me to the first part of the good news.

I held her hand today. Well, kind of, in a way. Let's go in chronological order of what happened: She asked me to remind her to bring some books to school tomorrow. This is where I missed Perfect Chance #1. I could've said, "Give me your number, and I'll text you to remind you!" but I didn't. I didn't even think of that until just a few moments ago, actually. I never think of good stuff until way after the situation has passed. Anyway, so a pen was sitting nearby, and I hatched my second brilliant plan this week. (Damn, this is a good week for me!) I asked her to give me her hand, and she said okay. My brain just kind of stopped doing stuff for a moment as I sat there, reveling in how amazing this felt. I then realized that everyone probably noticed me sitting there, staring off into space and holding her hand, so I snapped out of it and wrote the reminder. A few minutes passed, and she was making weird noises while waving her arms at IG and generally just being her weird, weird self, so I asked for her hand again. She said okay and complied. I was going to write, "I <3 you, freakazoid!" but then I figured she might be able to google the word "freakazoid" and find Oasis somewhere in the results, so I changed it to something along the lines of "I <3 you, you weird girl." She looked down at her hand and smiled so big. It occurred to me on the way home today that I could totally have written my number on her hand. Oops... I can't really say what I did was bad, though.

The other part of the good news is that today was my first day to drive to school! It was not scary at all, actually. I was a little scared to park, but I just parked in the far away lot since I know that one is completely open to students. Also, my dad followed me... I thought he was going to just follow me to the school, but he actually went in the gates and stuff with me. ARRRGH. I know he's just worried (He apparently called my mom today and said how much he hated the fact that I was driving by myself, even though he thinks I am decent at driving!) but I REALLY didn't want him to actually follow me into the school. I thought he was just going to follow me until I reached the place where you turn in. I was telling some of my fellow newspaper people about it, and apparently poor British Girl's mom did the exact same thing to her for at least a month last year, and people actually made fun of her. Haha, aww... My mom said she'll call my dad and tell him that he shouldn't actually follow me all the way into the school.

My dad was originally going to make my grandma pick my sister up from school and then follow me home, but she had errands to run, so she told me not to wait. My teacher let me leave a little bit early to beat the crowd since it was my first time driving home from school. The only part I was scared of was the narrow road in front of the school. I didn't feel nervous at all after I got away from that.

I actually felt a lot better without anyone following me. Having my dad follow me this morning was unnerving because I could still feel him judging my every move, even without him in the car. Leaving by myself this afternoon was soooo liberating. I could turn up my radio loud and repeat songs ad nauseam and think out loud, and it was just amazing. Of course, most of the time, I'll have my sister with me, so I can't do that every day, but she's clueless about driving and therefore can't judge me.

Driving without my uber paranoid dad over-analyzing everything I do...

Anyway, so my mom's new boyfriend is coming to visit this weekend. This is going to be soooo uncomfortable. Oh, holy shit. She hasn't even dated him for a week! WTF?