Driving.

I'm having a difficult time sleeping after working truck all night last night. Kyle and I got everything finished before 6 am, so we got to leave. Kyle thought it would be exciting to have me drive because I'm bad at it in my new car, but I didn't stall at all except when I was backing up out of the parking spot at Denny's, because me and backing up don't do well.

Driving a standard is really making me feel anxious while I'm driving around. This morning, on the way to my parent's house, I ended up going down all these side roads and turning around just to avoid certain hill starts. I ended up finding myself at a bunch of lights and stops, and I did those fine, though I did squeal out once or twice, but it was minor. I'm starting to feel a bit more comfortable with it now, though not completely. Some guy was riding my ass even though I was going well above the speed limit on the way here and it made me nervous to stop and take a left like I needed to, because I felt I would stall, so I just kept driving, and that's when all the back roads began.

My parents really think the car is fitting for me, and they think it's so cute. My Dad told me I have a hydraulic clutch, so he thinks I don't need a new clutch kit, just more fluid to help with how high/low the clutch lets off. He even showed me where the hydraulic heads were in my engine. I really hope that is just the problem, because if the clutch were going and slipping, I'd be smelling asbestos anytime I hit the clutch, and my engine would also rev, which wouldn't make sense if it were in neutral. And my car does neither of these. The clutch just lets off far too high, making hill starts impossible. Because I have to let off the clutch so high, theres a longer delay between when I roll back and then forwards. I have no insurance right now, so I can't roll back into anyone. I can't get into an accident period, really.

I don't really know what to do with myself right now. I don't want to eat because I know I'm not really hungry, just bored. I've gained a lot over this past week, and it's really worried me. Yesterday I was back to feeling like my thin self until I went to breakfast this morning and got an omelette. I'm eating with my parents tonight, which is unfortunate, since all I really want is some soup or crackers, not roast pork. I'm also going with my Mom so we can get our nails done. I'm excited to have hands that don't look like shit anymore, it makes me feel like my customers take notice to it and judge. I need to look the part, definitely.

Speaking of work, I'm off tomorrow, for the first time ever, and also Sunday, which makes me super excited to just stay in bed forever. I do have a work meeting, though. Thats not until 6:30 at night. I'm dropping my car off for work Sunday night, and the mechanic said it could take a few days atleast, which is really shitty because that = a lot of $$$. Urg. I need to register, insure, and get a sticker for it, as well. YES BEING BROKE.