B[log] E[very] D[ay] in A[pril]

Well, for the first time in my internet existence, I suppose I'm doing BEDA: Blog Every Day in April.

But haven't you blogged almost every day all year so far?
Why, yes I have! Very astute observation. I suppose this means that I've spent 78 days so far this year in preparation for BEDA. I'm just that into my work. After BEDA I will be participating in BEDM and BEDJ and then BEDJ again... etc. (I mean, I'm sure I'll miss days here and there like I have so far this year, but usually it's my roommate's fault, or something outside of my control. I don't think I've ever sat in front of the computer and thought to myself, 'No, I don't think I'll write a blog today,' so I feel accomplished nonetheless.)

I am currently at home again, and tomorrow night there will be a huge dinner given partially in my honor in which I have to give a speech and wear a formal dress and attempt to socialize with people who are four times my age and three times as whiny... and that in itself is quite an accomplishment.

I am, however, upset by one aspect of my arrival home outside of this super spiffy dinner, and that is the fact that I have been living in Columbus for seven months, and I still haven't been able to drive myself home or back. Today I was supposed to drive from school back home so I can get the feel for the route since I'll be having to travel it myself after this June, but no. Of course my father drove my grandparent's car down to get me, and of course, they don't allow me to drive their car since I'm 'inexperienced, young, and not covered under their insurance.'

Personally, I think I'm four times a better driver than my grandfather, and when he completed the last leg of the journey today, my dad made me sit in the front seat to babysit him and to make sure he obeyed all the traffic laws. And for the record, I am covered under their insurance. They just think that because I got my license after my cousin that I'm no good at driving when in reality, I have no tickets, I've never been in an accident, I can parallel park like a boss, I'm confident, and I think I'm a pretty darn good driver. So when I get lost next year on the way home and they never see me again, I'm blaming them.

Why today was awesome: I survived April Fool's Day having only fallen for one joke.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 7

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 8

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 33