Whee. I just drove over to a nearby town and applied for a summer job. Where, you ask? I, the nerd that I am, applied for a job at the library. From the sound of it, if I get the job, I'll be reshelving books. Possibly other things, but that's what the person on the phone said they were (she thought) hiring. The lady who gave me the application said to put that I'm applying for "Page". (Heh. "Page" at the library. Heh.)

I also got better at stopping not so jerkily. Not that I stopped extrmrly jerkily before. I stopped smooth, I just didn't start early enough and would have to suddenlt slow much faster right before I needed to be stopped. And I remembered why I didn't like riding with my brother when he was first driving with my mom.