Okay, people, listen up. You know how the other day I said that I was takin' my drivers behind the wheel whatnot today? Well I did..........
AND I PASSED! Yeah. I am really happy about it but I'd be happier if I wasn't sleep deprived and have my favorite activity in the whole world to look forward to tomorrow... yep, the Suck Ass Test class! Well if I could beat the Demented Mundane Velocity operative, I can probably beat the SAT too... wait maybe not. Hell. Dude. Yeah...
Alright, now I can't rant and rave for 500 pages tonight because it's late and it's not like I'm one of those teenagers in the movies, who actually has fun or something, but I'll share a few key concepts, hehe.
I woke up waaaaay too early and went to da ghetto DMV. It sucked cause I had to wait like an hour sitting in the car. Finally this dude came and we took the test. First he ask me to do right/left HAND signals and I remembered right but that was about it... next we dithered around parking and backing up and turning and crap and there weren't even any cones or fake cardboard cut outs of old ladies with machine guns. So basically we did a bunch of stuff and then he yelled at his GF on his cell phone and he told me how I went over the line when I was turning. (To see, duh.) But he was actually a nice guy and I thought I failed but I didn't! Now I get a new stack of stapled together pages until my licence comes in two weeks-infinity! Yay! I was supa happy. But then I had a french test and I told Sean about it. Then I went to piano. Randall felt pretty bad and I felt pretty depressed. But later tonight, we threw off some party poppers and I wore the streamers on my head because I'm the type of person who's just cool enough to pull that off.
We made terrible juice with pineapple and orange that SOUNDED good, but tasted like bile. We watched some Hawaii footage too. "I'm filming out the window! Pop Goes My Heart! Apple Banana Trash can!" Then we watched on (Oh! The channel for freaky plus-sized stay at home independent bulemic menstrual middle aged women off all nationalities,) the movie "Drive Me Crazy". Or some of it... I don't know, whatever the DVR liked best I guess. Randall wanted us to see it because he thought it was about DRIVING. (Um, no.) You know, it's one of those sorta fun but highly predictable movies from the 90's about teenagers who are for some reason aloud to drive with each other in the car without getting arrested and apparently have no homework and their biggest worry is some dance. Time zone?
I'd trade Debra out for Adrian Grenier as my neighbor any day. Melissa Joan Hart obviously has NO idea what it's like to live next to someone who talks loudly enough on the phone that we can hear her say "No one wants to have sex with me!" AND doesn't share her wireless. Not to mention evil Har-Har (a.k.a. Harold), Da Zoid who has the hots for my dad, and their daughter Damien (well Madeline but she's also satan.) But life is dumb. So it's supa late but I can drive by myself now! No not with friends under 25, no not with Randall, no not at night, BUT I can drive to school myself and save my mom errands. Yeah, I guess I'll miss having a driver a little bit, but somehow I think I'll live. Well.... that is all. Until we meet again Which will be in..... I don't know, what's up with mustard? Huh, huh? Thank you, I'll be here all week.
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