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[adiva_calandia]

I've now driven around the neighborhood twice without hitting any parked cars or pedestrians, or being hit by any trucks, and I've gone out by the airport, taken the car up to 35 mph, and avoided being hit by any semis or cars, and hitting any bikers (narrowly, on a couple occasions. Er. But always avoided!).

I begin to see a little bit why people consider driving such fun, but I'm still more nervous behind the wheel than I am enjoying myself. I want to live somewhere with decent public transit. Or where I can bike year-round, that'd work too. Or both!

In other news, heaven save me from my hormones. *facepalm* The guy who played Benedick in the West production is in the summer program I'm interning for. He's one of those attractive-and-knows-it, inveterately flirtatious manhos (he'd use the term to describe himself, I have no doubt, so I have no qualms using it) that I have a terrible tendency to fall head over heels in crush over. And I get to spend all of July seeing him every day.

I'm torn between giggling gleefully like a schoolgirl, and groaning in horror. Either way, it'll be a fun July.

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[kornopolous.livejournal.com]

Neither giggle like a school girl, nor groan like a lady in waiting....

...just flirt him up mad, tease and taunt him.

[adiva_calandia]

*snickers* I like the way you think.

[kornopolous.livejournal.com]

if he has a gay twin brother, please let me know!!!

[sanguine-zephyr.livejournal.com]

Hey, I totally remember that point in the learning curve. The one where you're so focused on keeping everything straight and not killing one or more people that your shoulders and neck hurt when you're done. Trust me, it does get easier. It turns into pure muscle memory. Driving in very familiar areas during low traffic times helps a bunch, even just a few minutes every day.