Began scraping ice off windshield, windows, etc, at 7:14, in hopes it wouldn't take long or require gloves. By 7:20, realized ineptitude and that this was the time I was set to arrive to pick up one, M.A. Ended up arriving late, blamed clock.
Took longest route to High School possible, sort of. Arrived at exactly 7:54. Profane, nervous, reckless. More so than I had been, at least.
After school: Found one, MA, ran quickly to vehicle. Personally almost hit at least twice by oncoming traffic. Back out, almost ran into one, S.B., felt bad. Made references to the saviour of the Christian faith, realized changes that occured since last year at this time. Amused.
Beat buses out of school parking lot, made empty threats. Reigned victorious. Felt good, meditated on Humanities discussion, re: meaning of happiness, reconcilliation with cynicism. Realized what must immediately be addressed, figured I would soon regret it if I did not.
I did not.
Arrived at home of one, MA, bade adieu.
Regretted. Considered writing a poem entitled "To Her Coy Master, i.e., one JM," a reference to the work of Marvell with a similar name. Decided to make aforementioned journal for obscure, comedic purposes instead, made vague mental plans for the following day.
Arrived home, viewed bus leaving development. A moments thought revealed that one should reign victorious without regards.
Reigned victorious without regards.
End, Driving Journal, Day 5.
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that was the most grand thing ever (^.^)
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