Get license. Check. Totalled a car. Check.
I think it's about time for a funny little story...
Today, at approx. 12:00pm, I, Amy Holsten, got my driver's license. Missed 4 points. In a car I had never driven before, because mine did not have proof of insurance.
So I drove around for a few hours, calling people, trying to find someone to hang out with.
After finding no one, I took a trip out to the country to see my grandparents before my grandpa leaves for a month and a half.
Melanie calls. We decide to meet at the Coffee House.
I drive down Gibson Canyon, going 45-50. Lose control of the car. Roll off the road, and I flip the car.
It is most likely totalled.
I called my mom, still upside down in the car, listening to My Chemical Romance. She thinks I am kidding. I then call Melanie to tell her I can't meet her for coffee.
One guy helps me out. One calls the police. A woman talks me out of hysteria. The fire dept. gets there. Then Melanie. Then my grandparents. Then Cliff. Then my aunt. Then my dad. Then the cops.
And I am still more upsed about the car. I guess I have marks from the seatbelt.
Lets hear it for licensed driving. I rock.
Today, at approx. 12:00pm, I, Amy Holsten, got my driver's license. Missed 4 points. In a car I had never driven before, because mine did not have proof of insurance.
So I drove around for a few hours, calling people, trying to find someone to hang out with.
After finding no one, I took a trip out to the country to see my grandparents before my grandpa leaves for a month and a half.
Melanie calls. We decide to meet at the Coffee House.
I drive down Gibson Canyon, going 45-50. Lose control of the car. Roll off the road, and I flip the car.
It is most likely totalled.
I called my mom, still upside down in the car, listening to My Chemical Romance. She thinks I am kidding. I then call Melanie to tell her I can't meet her for coffee.
One guy helps me out. One calls the police. A woman talks me out of hysteria. The fire dept. gets there. Then Melanie. Then my grandparents. Then Cliff. Then my aunt. Then my dad. Then the cops.
And I am still more upsed about the car. I guess I have marks from the seatbelt.
Lets hear it for licensed driving. I rock.