My grandmother is going to be out of town through Sunday. Guess who is basically living in Waukee until I go to Kansas City Friday? That’s right. I’m aboard. I know most people don’t like being by themselves…but I guess I have some sort of problem, because I’d rather be alone any day.

I have currently only viewed the new Shark Week episodes from Sunday because I was visiting Veronica yesterday in DSM. But the ones I saw Sunday were GOLDEN. I was mostly terrified by the fact that scientists have found that Great Whites are moving closer to shore, but also incredibly fascinated by how crazy some people are–oh yes, let’s take a tiny plastic board out and paddle right above a shark. And I thought I was the only one who made bad life choices. My favorite line? An older surfer man, when asked about being afraid of sharks, stated that he wasn’t because “They’re big, they’re beautiful…they’re probably dangerous…” I’m just gonna stop you there, Sir. OF COURSE THEY’RE DANGEROUS. What’s wrong with you? You deserve to be attacked. Anyways, don’t worry, my sister DVR’ed last night’s new episodes for me. Because I really need to watch something called “Rogue Sharks,” where the sharks are apparently SEEKING OUT PEOPLE. Fantabulous. ALSO, one of my Subway Loves sent me this today:

I love people and their creativity…and willingness to get drunk while doing just about anything.

MOVING ON. The reason for this post: My terrible driving skills. I went to visit Veronica last night and it was really fun. I hadn’t seen her place yet, and it was great to catch up with her. I had parked my car on the side street outside of their place, and since I’m directionally challenged at night (okay, a lot of the time), I decided to turn around and go back the way we had come in. So I reverse into their driveway…and SMACK into some sort of wooden beam/pile of wood/I DON’T KNOW BECAUSE IT WAS DARK. [Small break in the story: I honestly was not under the influence of drugs OR alcohol in this accident. Just so everyone knows. Seriously, I'm not being sarcastic. Ask Alicia.] And I made Alicia get out of my car to look at the damage, because all I could think about was me obliterating the taillight and/or muffler and my mother destroying me completely. The corner of the beam hit the bumper at an angle and now there’s a semi-annoyingly-large dent pushed in towards the muffler…but nothing else is damaged. I don’t think. So I’m waiting a few days because I was told that perhaps some of it would pop back out, and I’m getting the oil changed Monday and I’ll see if they can do something to get it back to some sort of normal shape then. And I KNOW, all I’m gonna get from telling people this story is what Jake said to me: “Oh short female drivers, haha.” Hilarious. You couldn’t make this up, people. This is my life.

I may even have another post this week since I’m living at gramma’s through Friday…if you’re lucky. I’m super excited to go to Kansas City with Amber and meet up with Aaron. We could die. But at least we’ll be happy?

I really want to see Crazy, Stupid Love. SOMEONE GO WITH ME.