I didn’t do it, officer!-laaaaame

Soooo…what did ole mess it up Ruxi do 2day? well….yadda yadda yadda…till we get to Metro. was ridin the honda civic with drew when he decides to stop at metro and let me drive. I kinda try to refrain, seen as I didn’t have the driving licence with me and all, but he convinces me by sayin “who’s gonna stop u!”…yeah, sure…so I get on, I press the accelaration pretty hard cuz in all my inexperience it takes time to “feel” a car..and awaaaay we go. So, I’m tryin to chill….drivin..bout 80-90km/h…then at one point I see a policeman comin towards the middle of the road and I slow down a bit, mayb a lil scared, mayb who knows why….the dude starts to wave…oh, uh-hum…at me! so drew tells me to pull over, I do, no sense of panic or anythin, more like startin to laugh…drew was havin a great time laughing at me, for getting in trouble so soon. so the dude asks for the usual shit, registration, id and stuff…drew gives him the car’s papers and me…I had nothin to give…no driving licence, no ID (cuz I just dont carry it with me and really dont wanna change that!), no student card or anything that might have my name on it. yeah, yeah I know…how can that be? well…it can very easily, I dont carry that stuff with me, plus I wasn’t expecting to drive! so the policeman tells me I was driving with the headlights off on a national road, (so that was what drew the attention. i wanted to kill andrew anyway, cuz he shoulda payed attention 2!!! stupid thang!), asks me, I sorta explain, dictate all my details and he goes to check…meanwhile drew was laughin like crazy, I was feeling a bit outlaw-ish but also…framin a speech for home…thinkin of my poor folks who gotta put up with yet another of my antics. so, the dude comes back, a bit annoyed, asks me sorta if I take pleasure in making him walk to his car and back. seems the address from my licence didn’t match the one in the id card although they shoulda been both the same, Campina and so on…me, and my innocent lookin face were unconvincing it seems since he asks me “young lady, did u memorate somebody else’s contacts and gave me those?”. sheeesh! i must look wickkeed.anyhoo…i tell him my numeric code by heart, he goes back, stays a good while and comes back with my ticket and evthin…sheesh,  I got 4 million worth a ticket! and 2 points penalty!!! amazing! drew told me it was way too much. and then he found out from a friend that these guys have a minimum and a maximum limit to give, so he must have applied the maximum to me, since…he prolly didn’t like my face, tone and stuff…i was kinda burstin with smiles and stuff…cuz I thought it so flippin’ ridiculous!!! i dont drive for like a year, and the first time I do, I get a huge ticket (half if I pay in 2 days), 2 points, heck, I deal with the police!!! pfff…gotta have tough nerves. and to think evthin woulda prolly been ok, had I had those freakin headlights on….I didn’t wanna drive anymore after that…and dont really feel like it any time soon, actually…although, as I said I have a lil proudish vibe in me….uuuu, im so bad! gettin driving tickets and all! u shoulda seen me )…after reading that “declaration” to me, the policeman asked me what I have to say about it. and I thought it was like court and wanted to answer as if..how do u plea?- guilty ur honour…:)) apprently I just had to say “correct”…sad that I don’t have the gift of gab to get me outta stumps like these.

my mom was pretty upset, thought I crashed drew’s car first, called me irresponsible and sorta approached me as if I were one of those crazy, trouble-looking brats that always do smth wrong and their parents gotta clean up the mess. cuz she said that again…after the bag losing and evthin…I do so many boo-boos, and she’s not gonna pay for my next one or smth ). my dad on the other hand, at least for today, was way better, surprisingly, was smiling and listening patiently and told me I finally had my first encounter with the police ) so…that’s it…cheers to all and dont forget ur id’s anywhere but in ur wallets, in ur pockets, everyday!

oh, the official story (shhhhhhh!) is that I was breakin all boundaries, overspeedin, prolly 150-200 km/h…and there was a chase and evthin, and they got me…oooh

 

opEn uP

kewl song, original by G. Wayne Thomas, but this is the cover of these guys-Morning of the Earth…eh, im diggin it…

 

oh rise, thee patriot!

just seen this…kinda weird if u ask me…but we should all consider wakin up at 6:15 to join in the patriotic duty. I salute thee.

OPM-in mood of no solitary f’

bad ass song!! kinda helps you defy the lamo parts. u gonna get mashed up!

 

I am not a failure. (wish I were an athlete. hey wait…we all are!)

such a cool ad! oh, Grace, tell me what the song is!! i cant put my finger on it but it’s so cool and we’ve heard it, im sure!

be amazed? dont be amazed.

man, this is just too funny! i gotta write it down. ma suna andrei…era la o petrecere fix deasupra mea, in bloc…la john. iese pe balcon, eu la geam-vorbim. all’s cool and my dream of being friends with the neighbour is fulfilled. but short…he calls after like…half an hour, ca sa ies pe hol. cand colo, acu se mutasera vis-a-vis, al vecinul, profa de info din liceu. parintii plecati, plodu’ ca de obicei isi face de cap (obisnuit cu revelioane, zile de nastere….nu ale lui….vomiting overboard and so on, loud bangs…). so this time it was i dunno who’s birthday and they all gathered at darie’s, my neighbour. so, intru in casa-never done that before in so many years, lume pe acolo, prin sufragerie. ma duc direct in camera tipului, sa stau putin cu andrei. care e deja cherchelit putin si bine-dispus. ma joc cu mingea de fotbal de la benzinarie tryin my thing with the jogling on one finger. intra darie in camera. im kinda ashamed-”salut!” el-”buna! “avea treaba la calc. se mai intoarce o data sa zica “nu se intampla nimic aici”. as if!! nobody ever told on him, or it would have been his skin! andrei incepe sa rada, “wow, sunteti vecini de atata vreme si n-ai fost pe aici? voi nu va cunoasteti mah”. tipu-”ba da mah”..yeah..sure…i guess…we dont actually talk…only recently began to say hy…anyhoo…pleaca..raman cu andrei, talk talk talk..vine si john…bine-dispus si el. eh, lemme skip this…ze moment: vine o tipa…alexandra, anul 1 la urbanistica acum se pare (I remember her from highscool, bla bla…and from  last summer in the maxi-taxi, she fell asleep and her head kept falling sideways and on her lap and she still wouldn’t wake up!!!) si…lemme describe. o bluzita skimpy, alba asa, transparent enough to read the bra’, a pair of short, electric green, tight pants, lil ankle bracelet, wavy dark hair, mascara, big smile! oooh….”good ole times”, incepe andrei…”wow, ce-ai crescut!”, mie imi face cu ochiul as in…”what a mamassita”…as I said he was pretty wasted already. shiny eyesss, glowin, smilin silly!. imi mai arde si mie un pupic, ba ne ia de gat…dar acum all eyes on deck. well, she was totally intimidating! apparently. cuz…incepe el sa depene cand he tips over the glass of whisky and coke he had on his lap. he tips it  on the pants between his legs!!!! hahahaha!! sa mor de ras! incepe c(atre ea)..”aoleu, uite ce mi-ai facut…m-ai intimidat, e vina ta…”, se mai miorlaie si ea acolo…(note! i got nothin with her, she was actually pretty cute and from what I remember smart dar….povestea asa in sine, e prea de film!!!). balanganindu-se se duce la baie, sopa and water, im in the doorway laughin muy heart out! what a silly goose!! talk about feminine effects-plus booze. then he asks for a hairdryer and while talking to her keep dryin between his feet-his croch yeah!! c’moooon!!! that’s comedy! eh, sa-l lasam pe andrei..raman eu cu ea…hmm..cant really talk, just 2-3 words…si intra un tip, bine facut, intaltut, looks 2o smth but turns out to be the 11th grade!!! naturally, e topit dupa fata… incepe cu “deranjez” ea-i zice ca da, el…”serios, deranjez? ah, pai atunci plec”, si ea “pai da…ha! ce-ai mah glumesc”. si el “ah, hihihi” si se hahaie ei acolo. (again no offense intented, looked like nice people). vai, ce-o soarba din priviri, but he’s also a bit shy, flippin his head down and sideways. oh! isi aminteste sa faca cunostinta “eu sunt stefan” (parca). se intoarce si da mana si cu mine dar…i’m not really there…not the object of merit. vine si john…askin her loads of questions, which I could tell he didn’t care about!! ce sa mai, sunt morti baieti…vine si radu ala, fitzi fitzi kinda…:P throwin a lil charm in there himself…I kinda think I was the funniest one. no one observing me and I just looked, dumbfounded at how ridiculous things are! it’s like puppy dogs, hormone haze, call it whatever, but it’s just like u see in the movies…ii soptesc lui andrei ca nu m-as imbraca asa…desi nu era fata chiar asa rau, I just realised I’d never, the blouse was odly shaped…el…”lemme tell u a secret. that’s what boys like bla bla…” yeah yeah…the kitchen then was kinda funny but it’s too much to tell…so i went so that drew can smoke si erau tot niste pustani d-astia, god knows where from…kinda stuuuuuuu….beep! i mean i dunno…ce limbaj! i think I’m obsolete…unu zicea de profa lui ca “a facut niste desene de-ale ei din ‘63, cu muschi si d-astea”..altu radea si vorbea cu accent, altu arata ca un puscarias, (man, I suck!!! I deserve to rot in hell)…well…erau mai multi prin casa…thk god they left soon, went to sinaia or smth, to a pub…drew will tell me all about it and then I’ll remember the hairdryer issue!!!!hahaha…ah…mai lipsea aurash…hahaha!!