worst day ever
so, i went for my road test yesterday...
had to drive to salem nh to get the registration to the camry, but couldn't get it cuz it's registered in aron's name and he's no where to be found, even tho its really my car...
go back to haverhill, show up late for the test cuz i thought my dad was picking me up. get there, the guy is a complete asshole, total prick from the first minute. apparently kristal's car doesn't have a center e-brake so i couldnt use it for the test, so we pay some mexicans $20 to borrow their accord for the test. i get in the car, the state trooper dick and my dad both "buckle in" altho i notice my dad having a lil trouble, but he manages to chill, i back out of the spot, go to turn right out of the parking lot, the statey asks my dad if his seatbelt is on, he says yes, statey askes if it clicked, my dad says it wont click in, the statey tells me to stop the car and give him the keys and he leaves, end of that!!!
fucking asshole!!!
so anyway, i go with rick to the bike shop to pick up bike parts, then we drive to newburyport to find a seat for his bike (dont know why i had to follow him in my car) then we take 95 home, but he tells me he has to go to kristal's house, so im following him and i get to about lynnfield and he finally realizes im behind him on the highway, he tells me to go home, even tho i dont know how to get home, and by now im on route 1 in lynn and it takes like 10 miles to find an exit that heads back north, finally i get on the exit and turn around but there's bumper to bumper traffic for miles ahead of me which took 45 minutes just to get back on 95, im driving home, i get off exit 53b onto 133, i get lost somewhere in byfield for over an hour, somehow end up on exit 57 a bunch of exits up on the same fucking highway and start heading home. i pull out a map to see which exit to take, not realizing i have my foot hammering the gas pedal, i finally realize as i see a state trooper rolling off the side of the highway and the blues come on, my heart stopped, he pulls me over and says i was going 94 miles an hour!!! thats pretty fast, and he also gives me a ticket for no license, no registration in the car, and no seatbelt even tho i took it off to reach for the map in the back, then he tows the car and im stuck at the mobil station in downtown georgetown, i have no change so i beg the guy to let me use their business phone, called my mom, she says she'll pick me up in an hour or two, so i started skating home cuz my (snapped) board is in the trunk, so i skated all the way to the groveland bridge before she finally pulls up...
this sucks, ill never ever ever get my license! im gonna try n get it before my court date is scheduled so maybe shit wont hit the fan as fucking hard! GL to me, i need it...
had to drive to salem nh to get the registration to the camry, but couldn't get it cuz it's registered in aron's name and he's no where to be found, even tho its really my car...
go back to haverhill, show up late for the test cuz i thought my dad was picking me up. get there, the guy is a complete asshole, total prick from the first minute. apparently kristal's car doesn't have a center e-brake so i couldnt use it for the test, so we pay some mexicans $20 to borrow their accord for the test. i get in the car, the state trooper dick and my dad both "buckle in" altho i notice my dad having a lil trouble, but he manages to chill, i back out of the spot, go to turn right out of the parking lot, the statey asks my dad if his seatbelt is on, he says yes, statey askes if it clicked, my dad says it wont click in, the statey tells me to stop the car and give him the keys and he leaves, end of that!!!
fucking asshole!!!
so anyway, i go with rick to the bike shop to pick up bike parts, then we drive to newburyport to find a seat for his bike (dont know why i had to follow him in my car) then we take 95 home, but he tells me he has to go to kristal's house, so im following him and i get to about lynnfield and he finally realizes im behind him on the highway, he tells me to go home, even tho i dont know how to get home, and by now im on route 1 in lynn and it takes like 10 miles to find an exit that heads back north, finally i get on the exit and turn around but there's bumper to bumper traffic for miles ahead of me which took 45 minutes just to get back on 95, im driving home, i get off exit 53b onto 133, i get lost somewhere in byfield for over an hour, somehow end up on exit 57 a bunch of exits up on the same fucking highway and start heading home. i pull out a map to see which exit to take, not realizing i have my foot hammering the gas pedal, i finally realize as i see a state trooper rolling off the side of the highway and the blues come on, my heart stopped, he pulls me over and says i was going 94 miles an hour!!! thats pretty fast, and he also gives me a ticket for no license, no registration in the car, and no seatbelt even tho i took it off to reach for the map in the back, then he tows the car and im stuck at the mobil station in downtown georgetown, i have no change so i beg the guy to let me use their business phone, called my mom, she says she'll pick me up in an hour or two, so i started skating home cuz my (snapped) board is in the trunk, so i skated all the way to the groveland bridge before she finally pulls up...
this sucks, ill never ever ever get my license! im gonna try n get it before my court date is scheduled so maybe shit wont hit the fan as fucking hard! GL to me, i need it...