EmmaKatherine

E Katherine's Darkness
2002-10-21 18:17:35 (UTC)

Martinsville, VA

My dad and I went to the Nascar race in Martinsville, VA
yesterday. It kind of sucked because my guy did pretty bad.
Actually, I have two guys...my number 1 is Sterling Marlin
but he's out for the year because of an injury...poor
Sterling...and my number 2 is Ryan Newman...a young driver
from Indiana who's currently 4th in the overall point
standings. So anyway...Ryan didn't have the best day. And
neither did I...the husband and wife sitting next to me
were absolute chain smokers...and half way through the
race, the second hand smoke started to make me feel
sick...so anyway...I ran down to bathrooms and threw
up...so that was a lot of fun. After that, I gave the man
dirty looks and FINALLY asked him if he could please stop
smoking for just like five minutes. He gave me a dirty look
and pulled out another cigarette...then I added, "Ok...but
when I through up this time, I'm not going to be polite and
through up in the bathroom...I'll just look your way...then
*you* can deal with it." His wife was in shock...I guess
she didn't figure a nice, cute little southern girl like
myself could be so straight forward. So...he quit
smoking....for like two minutes and then they went to get
drinks and food and stuff...and left their
cigarettes...when they got back, the pack of cigarettes had
magically sprouted legs and walked it's self into a nearby
trashcan. They gave me dirty looks for the last 250 laps of
the race...but I didn't care. I was doing them a
favor...both by prolonging the onset of lung cancer for
thrity minutes and by not puking on them. Hopefully they
see my actions the same way. So anyway...I didn't get home
from the race until 1am today...I was supposed to go to
cheerleading practice at 6am but I blew it off...I was way
too tired. I have psychology class later today and I don't
feel like going but I guess I really should. I also have
homework and laundry to do before then. Ok...well I'm gonna
go do all that shit. I'll probably write later tonight...I
know there's something that I meant to write...but that's
ok. Oh wait, I remembered one thing. On the seven hour
drive home I slept (because I can't drive...no license)and
I kept having really scary dreams about my dad getting us
into a wreck and then both us being air-cared to a
hospital...were he dies. It was so scary and so real. Then
I'd wake up to the dark interstate with semis all
around...it was not a good drive....and the I kept dreaming
that same dream...oh well. I'm really gonna go this time.
Hopefully dreams don't always come true.
Later,
E Katherine G




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