Happy? 2006. I was recently reading a blog making fun of people who are enigmatic in their blogs. I�m less enigmatic than I am bad at communication, I think.
I speak too formally. I used to speak too formally, and I got out of the habit � but then I hated sounding like a dumbass every time my �whatev�! Oh em gee! Teez heeeeeezzzzz!!!!!!11one� mouth opened.
I�m fast on my way to becoming the first person in my family with a commercial driver�s license. So far, training 8-5 is less intense than it sounds, and the people are nice. Adventure! Excitement! Fluorescent Orange Cones!
Addendum to the previous entry:
The above entry was written up for Jan 3, but did not get posted. Interesting.
Since then, I have discovered that I suck multiple asses at bus driving � but I�m holding onto the idea that there�s hope for me yet.
Tonight there�s a bus driver party-esque thing. We�re getting together and watching the movie Speed. I�m really excited.
I love how much energy the bus-boys seem to have (there are only three female trainers, they are energetic too, but overridden by the male-energy). They�re boys really obviously boys with a passion for driving big things. I love it. I love the way my trainer bobs and weaves and bounces � I love his energy while driving. I love that these people love what they�re doing, and who they�re doing it with.