Cars, surgery and parachutes.

May 27, 2006 10:59

*panic*

I have fifteen driving hours out of 60 and I have parallel-parked twice, very ineptly. I hear people talk about their tests and I haven't heard of half the stuff. I also want to get a motorcycle. I think then I'd be, like, that much cooler. HAHA, no. But a little yes. When I get my N I can get my motorcycle L and in a month get the motorcycle N, and in a year, be a full-fledged motorcyclist! But, for my learning process, I'd definitely need a motorcycle, which I do not have the means of ownership.. of. *is lost with the inversions of that last sentence*. Oh right: after I get my motorcycle lisence, I am soooo getting my pilot's lisence. I will be the queen of transportation!

Thus, I will need to get a job. At Pier One. Oh, yes.

Also, I had a very metaphorical dream last night. Correction: metaphorical NIGHTMARE. So, everyone in our grade (well I suppose not everyone, but most) was in this field and we were going skydiving. Or something. The thing was, we didn't have parachutes. The goal was however, to grab a parachute on the way to the cliff (we were running towards the edge, which probablly doesn't meet any scholastic safety regulations) and strap it on, and jump. So we were all running towards this cliff, and everyone was grabbing a parachute except me. They kept on being taken. So I was running towards certain death. Why? I dunno. But I couldn't grab a parachute. The parachutes were available to people depending on what courses you were taking and if you knew what you wanted to do as a career. Only, my dream job is to be a surgeon, and I didn't take biology or math 12 so there wasn't a parachute for me.

I am going to be a lost, sad little soul ten years from now.
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