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WTF?!

Here's a little story for you.

I was driving to the dentist's with my dad and my brother. We make a right turn, and some guy in a white car who's waiting to go looks at me and starts waving frantically. He's somewhere in his late teens to early twenties, and he kind of looks like Leonardo Dicaprio. Being raised to be polite, I wave back, and then he's out of view. A little odd, this situation. Stopping to think, I ask "could he have known my brother and been waving at him? No, he's in the back seat with the windows up. You wouldn't have been able to see him. Was he waving to dad? Possibly, since how dad was closest, but then why was he looking straight at me?"

Marking the encounter as a mistake, (he probably thought I was someone else,) I go on with my life. Until yesterday...

I'd finally gotten a haircut the day before, and my dad and I had gone out to get some groceries. As we drive through an intersection, some guy in a red car, late teens to early twenties, honks at us and waves. I wave back, thinking that this is some mistake. My cut kind of resembles Angelina Jolie's cut in SALT, (although the back is shorter,) and I look quite different. I think of this only as a misunderstanding, because I must look like someone else. But then I think back to nearly two weeks ago, with the other guy who seemed to recognize me.

So tell me: have I been cloned or something? Once is enough, but twice within the span of a few weeks? If something like this happens again, I don't think I'll leave the house for a while.

Today

My dad decided today was a good day to get the base boards for the house, a task he'd been waiting to do for when it wasn't raining. So, after getting my fingers crushed a few times, and getting my arms covered it dust, my dad goes to start the truck. Guess what? He left the lights on and I wanted to listen to the radio, (I hate Home Depot,) and the battery was now dead.

We waited a few minutes, and we tried again. Nope. There is no sneaking up on this battery, gosh darn-it. We continued this routine, me sitting shot gun and knowing that dad's attempts were futile. He called my step-mom to ask for a boost. She didn't answer. She did, however, phone back, which is when I realized my dad is very heat sensitive, (meaning my phone was sweaty).

I finally convinced him to let me go to Chapters so that I can get a couple of mocha frappachinos from the Starbucks inside. As I exit, there's my step-mom and the dog, giving the truck a boost using the cables from the emergency kit in the former's car. She had ditched work early to help us.

We get home safely, but it starts pouring rain, and water ruins the type of material that the base boards are made from, which swells and is then useless. My dad screamed the F word, then muttered "pardon my french." This started a conversation on the word for a baby seal in french, "foque," and how different this is from one saying it with an English accent, (example taken from my dad's co-worker,) "oh, fack off." We get home, and I'm trying to protect the end of the base boards as we're unloading them. This means me soaking my entire back and getting giant, ice-cold rain drops right in my ears.

I never knew that a mug of soup, a big poncho thing, and a little online manga could be so good.

Ideas?!

Alright, I finally decided to draw a picture and if my camera is a douche, whatever. I'm gonna have to get a scanner one of these days, but right now, here's my problem:

Who do I draw??

If you're feeling eeeextra nice and helpful, please tell me your favorite couple, please?? Thanks!

GUYS LISTEN UP!

When you see a girl walking by, you might yell out "hey, you're hot!" Go right ahead, it usually makes her feel good about herself. Some might prefer you running up and actually talking to her, (most of my friends, at least, appreciate the guts it takes to talk to a girl, and we're not as shallow as you think,) and they like cute, pretty and beautiful better than hot, but that's okay.

But do yourselves a favor: DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES BE A PIG AND SAY SOMETHING LIKE "nice tits." This is not funny, or charming, or whatever you think it is. You get a laugh out of your friends, yes, but if any of them has even a little bit of gentlemanly charm and tells you off because of it, listen to him, because he is right. Comments like these seriously aren't appreciated.

That and usually the only girls that will respond to that positively most likely have self esteem issues and that's not how you help them.

Help? Please?

Kay, so, I don't have a scanner. T_T I don't like how pitures turn out, so I can't really post drawings. I suck at eCards, Wallpapers... I really need to work on these skills. >3> All I can do at the moment is WRITE. I have no ideas, by the way. If there's any story that you want written, please tell me! I want to DO something on theO, because I really have yet to do so. ^^;; That and the books I'm writing, I'm having trouble writing. Yes, writer's block sucks.
Also, you can send me links to your art, and I can make up something for them if you want.