Jeez it's been a while since I've written a journal, hope people didn't think I was dead, but this is something I thought I'd just share.

So, I was at the UofM over the weekend studying with mah Bud-E Roma, and I took my dad's beamer since the family needed the van. Now, I MAY OR MAY NOT have parked approximately 3 and a half feet from the curb after a botched 3-point turn. No one really knows for sure.
ANYWAYS. After a failed attempt at recalling last year's math we left and were driving home when Roma noticed a sheet of white looseleaf stuckinto my windshield wiper. So, as we were driving she reached around and pulled it in.

"AHEM!" She cleared her throat, "dear Retard!!! Learn to fucking park, just because you own a beamer, doesn't mean you own the road. Next time if your car gets keyed or scratched,it's your own damn fault. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."

Basically. Yeah. It took me a while to get the heart to tell my dad about the note.