The trials and tribulations of a 23-year-old college student who in his head thinks he's already a star in the journalism world. Ok, ok, maybe not a star...

Nice Car? Who, me?

Published Monday, March 20, 2006 by Vandy | E-mail this post

Bill Lester finished 38th today in the Golden Corral 500. I saw a good chunk of it in between classes today.

He was driving not to crash instead of driving to win. I guess it's a step, even if its a small one.

His next NASCAR race won't come until June. He should take some tips from his wife on how to drive to win - black women drive like a bat out of hell.

So after all that fuss about my computer science midterm and I managed to get a B. Instead of being pissed about the fact that I could have got a better grade if I didn't have to retake the test, I'll just take the B and be happy with it.

When I wasn't studying this weekend, I went outside to make a trip to the store.

As I'm driving along the Hempstead Turnpike, reach a red light and a car pulls up and honks at me.

I figured the guy probably needs directions so I roll down my window.

Him: You drove this car all the way from California?
Me: (Dumbfounded) Um, yes.
Him: Really?
Me: Yes. I go to Hofstra University (for some reason I felt the urge to point behind me as to point out the direction of my school. Just in case the guy was a murder, he could now know where to find me)
Him: Wow. How many miles are on it?
Me: 173,000
Him: Wow. What a great car.
Me: Wanna trade? (He was driving a Nissan, much newer than a 88)
Him: Laughs

Way to go, Betsey. Pimp those middle age white guys.

The Birthday Countdown: 7 days.

Still no plans for next Monday. And since I have 4 classes and a meeting, it will probably remain that way unless I go off the deep end and just ditch everything and do me.