ridin' along in my atuomobile

Whenever I'm driving around in my car I swear that the ENTIRE world is watching me. And even when I'm alone in the vehicle, I act like I'm in the view of the public. I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in this feeling either. But, I realized that I never really look at anybody while driving their car, so I would assume nobody really looks at me. Not that being in the public eye stops be from belting out Whitney Houston, but while singing my lungs out, there's the feeling that the person in front of me is looking in their rear-view mirror laughing at me. It's kind of awkward.
Cars are weird. You drive on public streets, in your private vehicle. It's like you're bringing a little bubble of your personal life onto the streets, with a lot of windows. All of these little bubbles obey the same traffic laws and flow in certain patterns. Our bubbles are at the mercy of directional signs and arrows. It's just a weird concept to me.

So, I took my final exam in spanish class today. It wasn't half bad, for a final. I mean, there are plenty of other things I would have rather been doing at that moment, like eating a sandwich, but it was tolerable. I had been freaking myself out about it for the past...ok...like only 3 or 4 days; but in Melanie land that's close to a millenium. But I even had the dishwashers at Panera Bread ONLY speak to me in spanish, I watched spanish soap operas, and listened to spanish radio. I basically converted my world to mexico. Ole! Hopefully I was able to get in touch with my dirty Sanchez and ace the exam.

Ha Ha that last sentence could be taken out of context for a good laugh.

Lessons learned: driving is weird, and spanish is hard.