baby you can drive my car - but I can do it better
Do I spread the impression my life wouldn't be so much fun?
It seems like somewhere on my way my live-journal lost it's irony (while my real life is still full of it). Whenever something scary and bloody and horrific occurs I tend to put it into mind-blowing exaggerated words.
What about the strange but lovely things in my life that turn it into something special? You want an example? Well, here is one (out of many, by the way).
My life isn't just terrific fun, it is filled with all-time records and one hit wonders. The first thing rushing into my mind (apart from traveling by plane, an almost ridiculous undertaking as long as I am involved), is my driver's license. "Which license", is what some of you might think now, "you don't have one!"
That, my dear friends and readers, is stunningly correct. And it is quite a poor but anyway funny fact that I started my lessons when I was 16. For all who might have forgotten, I will turn 18 next month. To be honest I started with lessons for a motor-scooter. I bargained for finishing this whole motor scooter thing after 3 months - that's what they told me at the driving school. Well, I started late and I wasn't what one would call a straight A-student. I was lazy and impressively scared by riding something that only possesses two wheels and no massive steal around me. Most of the time I fought with my helmet (I think it was built to kill me) and tried to hold the whole stupid scooter up waiting for the traffic light to turn green or the roundabout traffic to empty (once I failed and the scooter dragged me down and buried me under it's weight - I will never forget my teachers face, full of pure horror - I even found it funny lying there in the middle of the street and I could still pee my pants laughing).
I was about to finish one month after I turned 17 and decided to stop - two weeks before the final test. I started driving by car. And I learned and learned and learned - by now I drive like a young goddess and could honestly beat every formula 1 champion having my eyes covered and my hands taped on my back. Anyway - nineteen lessons to go. In fact I had seventeen lessons till now and I can drive, my teacher already gave me the date of my final test. But he found an impressive way to steal my last money. My mother exploded, I feared her jumping into a crowd screaming "Damn you all" and pulling the trigger. She called my teacher who said I could do it with two last lessons as well and would pass anyway.
Does this sound like they are screwing me? Hell yeah, it does. And I will not do a thing against it (wherefore would I need my mom then?). My life, my dear friends, in fact is a theme park and the theme seems to be "And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year..."
But I have a but as well!
It seems like somewhere on my way my live-journal lost it's irony (while my real life is still full of it). Whenever something scary and bloody and horrific occurs I tend to put it into mind-blowing exaggerated words.
What about the strange but lovely things in my life that turn it into something special? You want an example? Well, here is one (out of many, by the way).
My life isn't just terrific fun, it is filled with all-time records and one hit wonders. The first thing rushing into my mind (apart from traveling by plane, an almost ridiculous undertaking as long as I am involved), is my driver's license. "Which license", is what some of you might think now, "you don't have one!"
That, my dear friends and readers, is stunningly correct. And it is quite a poor but anyway funny fact that I started my lessons when I was 16. For all who might have forgotten, I will turn 18 next month. To be honest I started with lessons for a motor-scooter. I bargained for finishing this whole motor scooter thing after 3 months - that's what they told me at the driving school. Well, I started late and I wasn't what one would call a straight A-student. I was lazy and impressively scared by riding something that only possesses two wheels and no massive steal around me. Most of the time I fought with my helmet (I think it was built to kill me) and tried to hold the whole stupid scooter up waiting for the traffic light to turn green or the roundabout traffic to empty (once I failed and the scooter dragged me down and buried me under it's weight - I will never forget my teachers face, full of pure horror - I even found it funny lying there in the middle of the street and I could still pee my pants laughing).
I was about to finish one month after I turned 17 and decided to stop - two weeks before the final test. I started driving by car. And I learned and learned and learned - by now I drive like a young goddess and could honestly beat every formula 1 champion having my eyes covered and my hands taped on my back. Anyway - nineteen lessons to go. In fact I had seventeen lessons till now and I can drive, my teacher already gave me the date of my final test. But he found an impressive way to steal my last money. My mother exploded, I feared her jumping into a crowd screaming "Damn you all" and pulling the trigger. She called my teacher who said I could do it with two last lessons as well and would pass anyway.
Does this sound like they are screwing me? Hell yeah, it does. And I will not do a thing against it (wherefore would I need my mom then?). My life, my dear friends, in fact is a theme park and the theme seems to be "And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year..."
But I have a but as well!