Making Me Smile...
I know it's more than the humorous content of the show that makes me smile, but what is it? After giving it some thought, I've come to realize it's the same smile that comes to my face when I read that series. It too has humorous content, but the basis of the series is something more. I can't really explain it properly, mostly because I don't really understand it, but it has to do with love. And not the superfluous love, but true, unadulterated love. I hope someday to share that with another person, even understanding the heartache that can accompany it. I don't expect anyone to know what the hell I'm really talking about, because they cannot read what is in my head.
I'm sorry, I did not mean for this post to be so serious, but thinking can do that to me. I suppose I should give it up, as I never get anywhere in my thinking, but it is enjoyable, for the most part.
Anyway...I also wanted to let you know that I have started the driving portion of my driver's education class. My first lesson went well enough, although I get the feeling I'm not going to be able to calm down while driving while in the car with someone who's constantly judging my every move. I mean, how can they expect anyone to become a good driver, if everyone is so nervous that they can't think straight? Well, at least my fellow driving student is nice enough. Chris Dayncourt, that's his name. He attends Kempsville High School as a shophomore, is sixteen years old, and plays baseball. Or it might have been basketball; I've never been much for sports. The one thing I'm not happy with is the fact that he's driven more than I have. I didn't get to see him drive, as that after "orientation", I drove myself home. After that, I assume he got behind the wheel. My teacher is nice enough, but kind of weird. What really matters in his case, though, is how good of a teacher he is...I believe he will be able to teach my the skills I need to be a competent driver. Even if he does make me nervous. I suppose, though, that being nervous could be a good thing; at least with driving. It can make you more aware of things. Unfortunately in my case, it makes me hold the steering wheel so hard I might break it in two if I hold it any tighter. I just hope I can get over that by the end of this class so that I don't fail my road test.
I'm sure this is getting rather long and tedious, so I shall go. I need to get to bed anyway, so I can actually wake up in time for my driving lesson. With that, I bid you goodnight.
I'm sorry, I did not mean for this post to be so serious, but thinking can do that to me. I suppose I should give it up, as I never get anywhere in my thinking, but it is enjoyable, for the most part.
Anyway...I also wanted to let you know that I have started the driving portion of my driver's education class. My first lesson went well enough, although I get the feeling I'm not going to be able to calm down while driving while in the car with someone who's constantly judging my every move. I mean, how can they expect anyone to become a good driver, if everyone is so nervous that they can't think straight? Well, at least my fellow driving student is nice enough. Chris Dayncourt, that's his name. He attends Kempsville High School as a shophomore, is sixteen years old, and plays baseball. Or it might have been basketball; I've never been much for sports. The one thing I'm not happy with is the fact that he's driven more than I have. I didn't get to see him drive, as that after "orientation", I drove myself home. After that, I assume he got behind the wheel. My teacher is nice enough, but kind of weird. What really matters in his case, though, is how good of a teacher he is...I believe he will be able to teach my the skills I need to be a competent driver. Even if he does make me nervous. I suppose, though, that being nervous could be a good thing; at least with driving. It can make you more aware of things. Unfortunately in my case, it makes me hold the steering wheel so hard I might break it in two if I hold it any tighter. I just hope I can get over that by the end of this class so that I don't fail my road test.
I'm sure this is getting rather long and tedious, so I shall go. I need to get to bed anyway, so I can actually wake up in time for my driving lesson. With that, I bid you goodnight.