pErMiT!!!!! what what?!?
yes! i can legally drive for rizzle!!
yaaaaaaaaaaay
ackkk and my picture is semi-cute ;) yaaaaaay yaaaaaaaay yaaaaaaaaaaaaay
ackk i cant wait until tomorrow
oooooo im just so happy
so since im bored and have nothing better to do...ill tell you all the story that was my day at the DMV......
It all began around 12:15 pm when I started to get ready for my driver's license pic....
....finally around 2 when my hair was finally cute...I hopped in the car blue slip in hand ready to smile pretty....
the wait wasn't long at all...i'd heard so many gruesome tales of hours wasted in that very waiting room...however this was not the case for me...ive always had a seemingly large amount of luck...so it wasnt suprising that my Dad was still parking the car when our number was called...
then....everything sucked because the lucifer-like bitch at the counter cruely reminded us that we needed my "certificate of live birth" (as apposed to my "certificate of dead birth" because I clearly wasnt standing in front of her) and my social security card...and thus the journey home began...well i was not about to give up...not after 2 hours of extreme hair styling and make-up applying....so we were pulling out of the lot when I intelligently suggested that my sister Lauren kindly bring said "certifcate of live birth" and social security card to us....however...rather than praising me for my ingenious plotting and strategizing, my daddy decides its best to bitch and moan about how much work he has to get to and how he can't spend his whole day carting me back and forth to the DMV but if I could get ahold of Lauren and if she was willing then it might work...but most likely not...at this point my feminine emotional side kicked in and got the best of me....so I somberly returned my precious silver Samsung flip phone with catchy ring tones back into my purse...so then my dad asks in his "i act like i dont understand that your upset because ive been a jackass" voice, "why aren't you calling Lauren?"...well apparently my next line was just "too adorable" and "melted his heart"...carefully trying to blot away the mean mean tears that were destroying my perfectly crafted eye makeup I said in my "cute little girl again" voice, "i cant because im crying because you're being mean..." well those simple simple words won the battle for me...and I wasn't even trying! so finally got everything we needed and returned to the DMV with an even shorter wait than before...i aced the eye exam (perfect 20-20 what what?!) and my picture was fabulous! ...not to say the least that is ;) my hair had barely fallen out from the not-so-cool humidity and i'd successfully managed to repair my face;)
so thats where the story ends...another exciting adventure in the tricky life of yours truly;)
cant wait to show it to eeeeeeveryone!!!
cya tomorrow!
smoochies
Neekiel...havent used that one in a while;);)
;)
yaaaaaaaaaaay
ackkk and my picture is semi-cute ;) yaaaaaay yaaaaaaaay yaaaaaaaaaaaaay
ackk i cant wait until tomorrow
oooooo im just so happy
so since im bored and have nothing better to do...ill tell you all the story that was my day at the DMV......
It all began around 12:15 pm when I started to get ready for my driver's license pic....
....finally around 2 when my hair was finally cute...I hopped in the car blue slip in hand ready to smile pretty....
the wait wasn't long at all...i'd heard so many gruesome tales of hours wasted in that very waiting room...however this was not the case for me...ive always had a seemingly large amount of luck...so it wasnt suprising that my Dad was still parking the car when our number was called...
then....everything sucked because the lucifer-like bitch at the counter cruely reminded us that we needed my "certificate of live birth" (as apposed to my "certificate of dead birth" because I clearly wasnt standing in front of her) and my social security card...and thus the journey home began...well i was not about to give up...not after 2 hours of extreme hair styling and make-up applying....so we were pulling out of the lot when I intelligently suggested that my sister Lauren kindly bring said "certifcate of live birth" and social security card to us....however...rather than praising me for my ingenious plotting and strategizing, my daddy decides its best to bitch and moan about how much work he has to get to and how he can't spend his whole day carting me back and forth to the DMV but if I could get ahold of Lauren and if she was willing then it might work...but most likely not...at this point my feminine emotional side kicked in and got the best of me....so I somberly returned my precious silver Samsung flip phone with catchy ring tones back into my purse...so then my dad asks in his "i act like i dont understand that your upset because ive been a jackass" voice, "why aren't you calling Lauren?"...well apparently my next line was just "too adorable" and "melted his heart"...carefully trying to blot away the mean mean tears that were destroying my perfectly crafted eye makeup I said in my "cute little girl again" voice, "i cant because im crying because you're being mean..." well those simple simple words won the battle for me...and I wasn't even trying! so finally got everything we needed and returned to the DMV with an even shorter wait than before...i aced the eye exam (perfect 20-20 what what?!) and my picture was fabulous! ...not to say the least that is ;) my hair had barely fallen out from the not-so-cool humidity and i'd successfully managed to repair my face;)
so thats where the story ends...another exciting adventure in the tricky life of yours truly;)
cant wait to show it to eeeeeeveryone!!!
cya tomorrow!
smoochies
Neekiel...havent used that one in a while;);)
;)