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I had a [supposedly] potluck lunch and a movie party today.. Not really a party (my dad will surely overreact if we call it a party), it was just a small get-together thing for my friends and I to chillax and unwind.

I made some pasta, pigs on a blanket, some mothafudger spring rolls, and TR brought some chicken salad (extra mayo for lubrication - haha). Afterwards we watch one of my most favorite movies, Closer, with Julia Roberts, Clive Owen, Jude “Hottie-but-rumored-to-have-a-small-wang” Law, and Natalie Portman. It was cool.. the guys weren’t so thrilled to see it (a guy thing, I presume); the movie’s mildly (and as I’ve said before) implicitly sexual. So yeah.. (yes, it must’ve been that guy thing.. tsk..)

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Oh and my mom is enrolling me to a driving school.. She nearly had a heart attack when I re-parked the car in front of our house.. I accidentally stepped on the gas instead of the brakes, and that kinda freaked my mom out.. But so what, right? Everyone has their first time.. at least I didnt hit anyone..

“We are definitely enrolling you to a driving school..”

“Mom, I had everything under control..”

“We need to get you driving, but I dont think you’re ready yet..”

“I just need to get comfortable with the car I guess.. Wait, wait, wait! That’s what I need.. A new car! Dont let me drive this beat up the Ford.. You know I’m an environmentalist and that car adds up to global warming..”

“Tsk. Talk to your dad..”

I know I’m gonna get a new car.. I know it.. They just don;t want to tell me yet..