Bathrooms and Vans
I'm sitting in the bathroom, and i really should be finishing my job of cleaning the bathroom, but I need an extra minute or two. I have a serious bad case of cramps right now. :K Hate 'em like hell.
Anyways, we went to church, and everything was good. My dad told me I had to help him with my lil bros, and that I could drive.The thing is, I still have a tough time backing out. I mean, I've only been driving for a week and a little bit. But then again, he's a farm boy, so I mean, he's been driving since he was like, ten. So, that must mean that I should be able to drive like a pro, right?
I didn't hit the brake hard enough, and he got soooo pissed. I tried to, I really did, but when you have a maniac in the passenger seat, it's kinda hard to do everything properly. And then the one street we were going down is speed limit 50, right? So I think I was going 40, or 45, and he's like, 'The limits 50." I'm wondering, "And your point is?" I mean, sorry that I still have daydreams of me crashing into the ditch or some such. But I ain't a pro quite yet, and I didn't really want to drive that fast. Okay, doesn't seem that fast, and it really isn't, I admit that, but when you've never driven before (I don't count my escapade when I wsa 7 driving), I think I should get a LEETLE bit of slack. But, if it's not done perfect then it's not done right. So sorry that i breathe wrong.
That's my rant on the fact that my dad is an annoying, ranting, raving idiot.
Anyways, we went to church, and everything was good. My dad told me I had to help him with my lil bros, and that I could drive.The thing is, I still have a tough time backing out. I mean, I've only been driving for a week and a little bit. But then again, he's a farm boy, so I mean, he's been driving since he was like, ten. So, that must mean that I should be able to drive like a pro, right?
I didn't hit the brake hard enough, and he got soooo pissed. I tried to, I really did, but when you have a maniac in the passenger seat, it's kinda hard to do everything properly. And then the one street we were going down is speed limit 50, right? So I think I was going 40, or 45, and he's like, 'The limits 50." I'm wondering, "And your point is?" I mean, sorry that I still have daydreams of me crashing into the ditch or some such. But I ain't a pro quite yet, and I didn't really want to drive that fast. Okay, doesn't seem that fast, and it really isn't, I admit that, but when you've never driven before (I don't count my escapade when I wsa 7 driving), I think I should get a LEETLE bit of slack. But, if it's not done perfect then it's not done right. So sorry that i breathe wrong.
That's my rant on the fact that my dad is an annoying, ranting, raving idiot.