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No, don’t worry about me, I’m completely fine, here’s your FREAKING movie review, that will not cost me sleepless nights of torment or desperate needs for therapy sessions, at all. At all.
It’s not easy. I understand. Red wine is hard. It’s stressful. I know many of you stay up at night, tossing back and forth, wondering when the day will come. when will i like red wine??? when will i be classy in photos on facebook drinking the red wines????????
Remember when I was neck-deep in a spiritual warfare about whether or not I should lob my hair? I just used lob as a verb.
Well if you aren’t one of the few, the proud, the Marines, AKA the people who I group text on a regular basis, or follow me on social media, allow me to enlighten you.
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Ahh, yes, the art of completely taking over everything your boyfriend wears without his permission or even general awareness. It takes skill. It takes tact. It takes unnecessary luxury designer statement pieces.
Don’t worry, I’m here. I live to serve you.
Here are the necessary steps to ensuring no straight female lays a single eyeball on your man this v-day.
What is “football”? What is it really tho? Honestly tho? Help tho?
I very much look forward to the Super Bowl every year. And by look forward to the Super Bowl I mean overeating cooler ranch Doritos and ranch dip. Fond memories there every year.
Becoming a Texas resident is simple. Just follow these tried-and-true steps from someone with firsthand experience.
Step one: Vehicle registration and inspection.
Gather your relevant paperwork and Google maps your way to the nearest sketchy auto shop that will rip you off by doing something Texans call “inspecting your vehicle.” Your car will ALMOST be able to pass this test. But as it turns out, you won’t. You definitely won’t. Why? You’re a gangster. You ride dirty on the streets in your less than 25% window light transmission tint.
|Non-Texas residents rolling around Dallas without having their windows inspected.|
Step two: Pay four thousand million dollars de-tint and re-tint your windows.
You will have to take off work for this. Then spend a Saturday afternoon there. Because de-tinting means re-tinting and it takes too long to do it all in one trip. Also, this will be a hundred thousand dollars out of your weekly Mint spending allowance. Not that you follow it anyway.
Step three: Go back to get inspected and not have Texas insurance
OH YEAH LOL you didn’t know you were supposed to have Texas auto-insurance??? Lolz like duhh who DOESN’T know that???? WHO doesn’t KNOW that???????? Now you can call God knows who to get your New Mexico insured vehicle transferred to some Texas policy. This is exciting because it gives your parents another opportunity to ween your financial needs off of their payroll. ENJOY ADULTHOOD!! AUTO INSURANCE IS $65-100 PER MONTH!!!
Step four: Get auto insurance in Texas and print out a crap ton of papers to prove it to everyone throughout the following steps
Step five: go BACK to the FREAKING auto place
The staff of this establishment OFFICIALLY HATES YOU. But at least your inspection is complete and you finally have all the necessary paperwork needed to follow the next steps.
Step six: Lose the necessary paperwork needed to follow the next steps.
The kind woman on 500 Elm street breaks the news to you. You’re missing the “out of state” inspection paper. Okay. Ok. O. K. ok. k.
Step seven: Go. Back. To. The. Inspection. Shop.
They claim they gave it to you. YET WHY DON’T YOU HAVE IT. That’s okay because the auto shop inspection car place and vehicle registration office are both downtown. After retrieving the correct paper from the auto shop, you go back to the registration office.
Step eight: Check your glove box and find the paper you needed all along.
Step nine: WTF is a lienholder???????
I graduated a four year college and managed to scrape by without being properly taught the definition (or existence) of the word “LIENHOLDER.”
You will be asked this by the kind woman at the registration office.
You’re so close to getting your vehicle registered, you. can. almost. taste. it.
You call your mom. You call your dad. No answer. No answer. The lady is looking at you with sympathy. Oh, poor spoiled newly grad white girl. Lienholder, lienholder, if you know if you’re a lienholder, good for you, if you know if I’m one, THAT MAKES ONE OF US.
Step ten: The registration lady decides it’s not that big of a deal and tells you to get in line.
Pay another unexpectedly high amount for two Texas metal plates.
Step eleven: BASK IN THE GRATIFYING FEELING OF FINALLY OWNING THE COVETED TEXAS LICENSE PLATES.
Walk out of the office feeling elation. Tweet that you’re almost done with the New Mexican turns Texan process.
|You’re not a New Mexican, not yet a Texan.|
Step twelve: Put them in your car and never actually get to putting them ON your car
Step thirteen: Ask off work to go to the DMV
Now here comes the exciting stuff!!! Getting the ID!! It’s finally happening IT’S HAPPENING!!!
Step fourteen: Enter the wrong location in Google maps
How did that happen? No really. How. Did. That. Happen.
Step fifteen: Parallel park and use all your quarters to pay for an hour and a half of parking
Quarters lost a little of their luster after leaving the dorms freshmen year and not having to pay for laundry BUT STILL. $1.50 DOWN THE DRAIN.
Step sixteen: Realize it’s the wrong address.
Step seventeen: Put the right address into your Google maps.
Step eighteen: Sign in online to the DMV
I’m so on the ball! You tell yourself. Score!
Step nineteen: Get UNCANNILY lost driving to the right location.
Step twenty: Lose your spot in line at the DMV.
Step twenty-one: Find yourself in an exit only lane to Houston.
GAWD HELP US ALL.
Step twenty-two: Curse to Siri out loud alone in the car and finally arrive to said destination 48 minutes later
Whatever. You made it. You’re alive. You’re free. World peace.
Step twenty-three: Go through the ID process three times
Congratulations! A colonial woman has time-machined her way into 2013 and landed in your local Department of Motor Vehicle office. She will be assisting you with your final steps to becoming a Texas resident today. She has never used electricity, but she will DEFINITELY be entering your data into the computer program today.
Okay, I’m a patient person. I am. Or at least I hate confrontation, don’t have a backbone, can’t stand up for myself, especially to strangers, and often times that’s just as good as patience. My personality is so laid back and care free, I practically invite people like this to screw up, just because they know I won’t say anything.
But what KILLS ME is the picture that is my future ID. Now, I’m a girl, so I’m obligated to be a little vain when it comes to the face that will have to be inside my wallet every day for the rest of my young life.
The first time my picture was taken, it was as if the Texas resident angels looked down upon me and shed their goodness and light.
|What my first photo for my Texas ID looked like.|
I did the awkward machine signature, did the thumbprint thing, ya da ya da. The woman prints out the ID with my first name as my last name. It’s fine. Process round two.
The second time I took my photo, it wasn’t as great, but whatever.
|My second picture taken for my Texas ID. Not my best, kind of quirky, but whatever.|
Whatever. whatever. Signed the machine, thumbprints, colonial woman enters the data, lalala okay. okay.
NAMES. STILL. WRONG. Three-four seemingly colonial women are now crowded around the computer technologies in efforts to order the names right.
MUST. TAKE. PICTURE. AGAIN.
|The third picture taken for my Texas ID. This is only a fraction of an exaggeration.|
After the lady shows you your picture, you shudder, but you don’t have the heart to make her take your picture AGAIN. You deal with it internally.
Step twenty-four: Become a Texas Resident
|You’re finally a TX resident. Bask.|