Hwy 10 E

The oil meter thingy on my mother's van stopped working, so on her way back from her business trip near Jacksonville, she ran out of fuel. My father made my brother and me come along, and we drove out to rescue her. My dad brought a communist-colored gallon of oil. The entire trip took about 1.5 hours, and luckily began right after I finished my Euro notes. This is probably the most exciting thing that's going to happen all weekend.
There's this guy who I can't decide whether I like, which is pretty sad because people should know whether they like other people. Still can't figure it out. = ="
I'm glad I set up two couples, though, and I think I'm going to set another one up in the near future. I'm just waiting for my friend's word.
I can't find a piano concerto that I like and isn't too difficult or too easy in my teacher's point of view. It's getting really frustrating.
The Twelve-finger piano piece in "Gattaca" is really easy and you don't need twelve fingers at all. I kind of sight-read the fun parts today. It's an Impromptu by Schubert that looks more difficult that it is when played. If I don't die of boredom tonight, I don't know what I'll do.