my eyes are beginning to hurt

My driving school is so freaking shity. They still haven't called me back yet, which is bringing me to a new credence that makes me want to end their lives. -laughs like a villain- I guess I'm going to call them again tomorrow and see if they've scheduled my drives or what the fuck the deal is with all that bullshit. I want to hurt them. MMM.
I went to summer gym today, and it was fun--maybe i'm being a bit hyperbolic. We walked around the bus loop twice, which is a mile, and then we made way for the Rodery Park, a mile and a half away. I listened to one of Chopin's, the classical pianist, albums once through each way, there and back. We got there and ran for the shade of the canopy, wherever it may be found. We played some softball, me and my old team from the last 3 weeks of gym, except two newbies, both named Melony. Very strange. Coincidence... Our team has been together so long that we know who is good at what position, ended up beating all the other teams we faced, severely--one was 15 to zip. Walked the mile and a half back to the school in the blistering, hot sunlight, sweating out whatever we drank and a little more from the day before. We got back at around 11:15, and the gym teachers took attendance before telling us we had a half hour break. 11:45 rolls around with no authority figures presence or dictation, leaving us bored until 12 when they called us back in. They took attendance again and told us we could leave.
I ate Thai food with my dad around 5 at the new restaurant, which replaced Asian Palace, Ban Thai. We talked about little things and Audrey and how she's ben and kara and everything that came to mind. Most of it was about the food actually. I don't know what to think about my relationship with me dad anymore. I love to spend time with him and hear his ideas and metaphors on everything; he can be very creative and smart. We're going to the drive-in on Friday, and Stephanie is coming--yay!
Stephanie has been missing me to the point where she's been feeling down about my absence. I feel the same way sometimes, and i just don't want to do anything--not even sleep. I miss her and wish i could lay with her, holding her in my arms. It usually hits me most at night. It's our 7 month anniversary in four days, Sunday. Wow, we've been together so long, and it still seems like a short stint.
The Da Vinci Code is a damn good book. I never thought it would be as good as it is; I can almost not put the thing down, damnit. Dan Brown knows what he's talking about, and what a fine story teller he is.