Rainy Tuesday

So...Lots has happened. Lots.

I've been busy. I've been having fun. I had a date. It was good. I determined that I'm not good at ending dates, because I don't know how to finish them. I have been practicing kissing people on the cheek as I exit a car--for practice. The taxi driver was surprised, let me tell you!

I've gone out two weekends in a row, and had a blast.

I've been golfing twice in the last week--amazing. First time out? 9 holes--and the best drive I've ever made. Second time out? 18 holes--and the most miserable game I've ever played. But both times were amazing, and reminded me how much I love the game, and how much I want to keep playing.

I bought a car. I got a bank loan. The loan is not sufficient to pay for the car. I have to go tomorrow to a different bank and ask for more money.

I went to the DMV to change over my drivers' license, and found that it has been suspended. What?! I cried out. Over a year ago, I was pulled over at a random checkpoint. My safety inspection was fine, but because of the chaos of moving, I had the wrong insurance card in the car. So, being unable to provide proof of insurance, the policeman issued me a ticket for $1000. I went the next day to the police station and showed proof of insurance. The clerk cancelled the ticket, and gave me back a copy marked as cancelled.

Apparently the clerk didn't do anything else with that information. The ticket went to court, I was found against, and now have an outstanding fine of $1250 on my record. Oh yes, and my license was suspended for 2 years. TWO YEARS. Back on the 20th of July. In 2005. The good news (I guess?) is that it's been a year already and I didn't know. The bad news (well, part of it!) is that...IT'S BEEN A YEAR!!! AND I'M A CRIMINAL! I didn't know. I've been driving. I've been driving work vehicles, I've been driving friend's cars. My car insurance would not have covered me, had I had an accident, because I didn't have a valid license. ARGH.

Anyway...I can get this fixed, but it's not a speedy process. I have to go tomorrow to request a new court date. Which will HOPEFULLY be next Tuesday. Then, I have to show up at court, with proof that I had insurance at the time of the ticket--and that I made an effort to get the ticket looked after at that time. I have no proof of this, as after about 3 months, I threw out the slip marked 'cancelled'. I mean, who keeps that shit? (I keep a lot of shit, but that's not one of the things I kept. A coupon for yogurt that expired 3 years ago? THAT I kept.)

So here's hoping. The problem is that my car is supposed to arrive this week, and I should pick it up on Friday so I can A) HAVE MY CAR!!! And B) get it off the lot. My friend did me a really good deed by finding me this car, and I promised him and his dealership manager friend that I wouldn't leave the car hanging around at the dealership any longer than I had to as it wouldn't look good to have a VW hanging out at the Saturn dealership.

I've tried writing posts about a hundred times in the last week--goodness knows I've wasted enough time online blogstalking and playing Spider Solitaire...But I've not been able to get myself motivated into posting.

Today, my need to write was so intense after the DMV dilemma that I went to Coles and bought a new notebook--it was the only store at the mall that sold paper. I paid $6.95 for a very cool but unnecessary notebook. I am a stationery whore, so I have banned myself from visiting Staples or any other office supply store. I'm not permitted to buy new pens, paper, notebooks, binders, stickers, stationery, or writing utensil of any sort. But today? My need took hold. My stress, my tension, my astonishment at my newfound levels of stupidity and ineptitude took hold. I think I can be forgiven my transgression today. I also spent a dollar at the corner store to buy a new pen with which to write in the new little black notebook.

I'm off to clean my room and root through some boxes of papers. I need to get my head straight so I can deal with the mess that is currently my life. I'll be back. And I'll be back with a vengeance. I missed you. And I have certainly missed me.

Perhaps later I'll tell you about my date last week. If I need more things about which to berate myself. :)