The war is a massive headache. The chemical weapon is going to be is a Coke. Yesterday, I picked up my new glasses. I didn't get a chance to wear them until last night. I woke up this morning with a massive headache that's been lingering all day. It's strain related to my glasses. I can't avoid it. I haven't had a new pair in over 5 years. And the last few times I've gotten a new pair of glasses, I'd have a massive headache for a few days until I adjusted to the glasses. I'd put on my contacts, but I've been wearing them so much lately, my eyes need to have several hours without the thin pieces of plastic over them. So, I'm going to do what I can to get used to the glasses and relieve the pain: drink a Coke. The caffeine works wonders. My dad even suggested the Coke this morning. I had one chug of Coke and the headache has decreased in intensity.
Last night, we did end up having the ACM fun night. Only a few of us showed up. For the officers, it was just me and Mike, our vice-chair. The 3 Guys That Need A Ride came, too. I provided a ride to them. Lindsey and Chris showed as well. I was really ticked that our Chair did not come to the event. It doesn't look good for us, in my opinion. But, we did have fun. We broke up into 2 groups: all the ACM guys together and Lindsey/Chris/Shawn. At first, we played miniature golf. Lindsey won in our group. We ended up giving Chris a few mulligans. I think his engineering mind came into play during the game. He ended up overcompensating his putt as a result. After our round of golf, we went over to the go-carts.
I'm 28-year-old. Last night was the first time I got to really drive a go-cart. My cousin Michael had one when we were kids. I think I got to ride in it once. The only reason I got ride in it is because my mother wasn't around and my dad didn't see it to be a problem. I love my mother, but she was very overprotective. She wouldn't let me go fishing with my day camp group when I was 10 because she was afraid I'd drown. I'm a late bloomer to many things as a result. Go-carting is one. However, I enjoyed it! It was easy to remember how to drive it. Red on the left meant brake, which is similar to clutch in my car. Green on the right meant gas, which is standard on all cars. I drove on the road course twice. I rode on the figure 8 track once.
Our whole group was on the figure 8 track at once. As I drove it, I kept referring to NASCAR in my mind. I would have black flagged Joseph on track since he did slow traffic for everyone. Lindsey and I kept trying to pass him, but we couldn't. Jeremy would have been flagged as well for going too fast on pit road. When our turn had ended on the figure 8 track, we had to drive the cars back into the pit. Lindsey and I were stopped waiting for Joseph to get into the pit. The entrance to pit road was on a curve. Jeremy just didn't pay attention to the fact the ride was over. He took the curve at full speed, rammed into Lindsey and me, and then continued on the track. He was the last one in. He's a very competitive person and takes everything as a race or contest. Lindsey and I weren't racing. We were just driving. He's a nice guy, but this everything's a race mentality is going to injure someone one day.
[♪ Listening to: "Vultures" - John Mayer]
Posted by Shawn at October 6, 2007 3:51 PM in Flickr Photos, General.
You make me feel powerless...A woman needs comforting , friendship, a little smooching and I cannot help. I feel like superman without his cape. I live in ' Orlando...but I feel your discomfort. My words of encouragement to you is ...."somebody loves you baby" .It will change ,..it must change for the better for you. One more thing, kindly visit my blog and tell me if there was anything that might have tickled you... ...a little smile at least :}......Stay sweet.
