Crazy Driving
So I've been doing the driver's test, on the RTA website. I'm passing everytime, which is good, because failing = an extra $34 dollars and a disapproving look from Dad, and a mockery from Tim. Who passed all tests on his first go and almost ran down the P.E teacher (on purpose?) that lived down the road.
Boy, I can't wait until Nicole starts driving. -_-
We're a crazy lot.
I'm getting Tim to install the need for speed game + wheel + pedals for my own enjoyment. Because being able to virtually drive an original volkswagon beetle (♥) is better than looking at one, and never being able to own them, right?
Anyway. I should go for my L's on Monday. I have to do 120 mandatory hours, including 20 at night. Which I would have done with the mandatory 50 hours anyway, but now that they're mandatory (new favourite word, muhc?) they're a whole lot less fun.
Oh well.
I'll be alone on the roads by Maynext year anyway. Booya for that.
I should really stop being so lazy, yawn.
Boy, I can't wait until Nicole starts driving. -_-
We're a crazy lot.
I'm getting Tim to install the need for speed game + wheel + pedals for my own enjoyment. Because being able to virtually drive an original volkswagon beetle (♥) is better than looking at one, and never being able to own them, right?
Anyway. I should go for my L's on Monday. I have to do 120 mandatory hours, including 20 at night. Which I would have done with the mandatory 50 hours anyway, but now that they're mandatory (new favourite word, muhc?) they're a whole lot less fun.
Oh well.
I'll be alone on the roads by Maynext year anyway. Booya for that.
I should really stop being so lazy, yawn.