Today I went to go get my Driver's License. It was an experience that shall scar me for the rest of my life, and then onwards into the afterlife. I shall not divulge the reason that I failed, for it is far too humiliating. I asked Shannon to set me on fire, because if i was on fire then I wouldn't feel so embarrassed. Unfortunately, I remain unburned and reeking of failure. Luckily, I had a moderately cheery instructor who didn't treat me like the imbecile I felt I was. But I was so upset with myself that I could not bring myself to drive home, so I handed the keys to my mother who drove us home while I sulked in the passengers seat. Now I have to wait an entire week before I can go back and take the test again, and hopefully I won't make a complete fool of myself for the second time around.
On a different note, the highly anticipated novel, Breaking Dawn, has been released to the public for quite awhile now, and I still have not acquired my own copy. I suppose I could just borrow it when Kaitlin finishes, but then I know I will never buy my own copy, and I DESPERATELY want my own copy. There's just something about owning my own books that gives me a weird, twisted satisfaction. Perhaps that's why I never visit the library. I really should do that more often (and I doubt I ever will any more than I already do). Anyway, Shannon has not heard many encouraging things about Stephenie Meyer's new masterpiece. I told her that it was all due to blasphemous idiots. Then again, I haven't read it myself, and so I suppose I won't really know for myself until I get through the story. But I just cannot see myself hating anything written by Stephenie Meyer, and if any of you know me at all, you cannot see that either. Hopefully hopefully hopefully, for me, Breaking Dawn, will live up to the hype. Please God, let it live up to the hype.
PEACE
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Driver's Test / Is It Really That Bad?
Posted by Caitlin at 7:56 AM
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3 comments:
Really. So you failed your test. I pity your soul. But I will revoke this pity if I do not fail on my first try (the odds are pretty much equal to you dying by falling out of the bed tommorrow morning, so if your alive tomorrow you can be pretty sure I'll fail) and I wil laugh at you and rub it in your face. But that's in a year, so the wound wil heal.
gee, thanks for your condolences ronnie.
No problem.
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