i guess i would probably start off with a better note...omg, well anyway, linda, my friend is so funny! we met in school but for reals we were like a little clicky gang back then...haha! anyway, i had let her borrow something and the sweet person that she is brought me "presents" to show her appreciation. i mean, no one really thinks like that anymore, she gave me a banana, guavas, orange juice, sodas and some bath and body things >_< it seems strange at first but it just really showed me how she viewed things. i want to become like that where i dont take things for granted and appreciate everything people do for me. it almost made me feel bad coz i dont think i was giving anything big like that but her doing that for me really showed me her heart ^_^ i really appreciated it.
oh ok, well, a couple of weeks ago i got pulled over because i was talking on my cellphone. the cop was just like "well, i pulled you over because you were on your cellphone" and in my head im like "duh" anyway, i only got 3 hours of sleep that day so i was just really out of it, i wasnt scared, nervous or anything like that, i just wanted to think of a way to try to get out of it. in that state, the only thing i could come up with is to ask him up front "can't you just give me a warning?" the cop looked at me, or Officer Martin as i found out later and said "i just pulled over 2 people before you, do you think it would be fair for them if i let you go and not them?" i just laughed, said "i dont know" but anyway Officer Martin told me that it would only cost me $20 and it wont be in my record...but now it seems that its $93 and i have to go to court....seriously...i was soooooo mad about it, i wanted to go find him and yell at him but gaahhh...im still gonna try to find a way! on top of that, i went and told my friend about it and in the midst of telling her i got locked in the back office of the house, luckily my mom was on her way home so i was in there prolly 20-30 mins tops...ehh...
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