The Phantom loved living in the jungle because he was rich.
My sense of prioritization served me well; an accumulation of stress resulted in me deciding to stay up all night the night prior to taking my exam to receive my drivers license. Spending the morning doing my very best to relax and gather my bearings whilst concentrating on easing my nerves, I drove to the DMV while my comrades father almost immediately guessed that I hadn't had a wink of sleep, as soon as he asked me, all I could do was grin wearily and look to the side, which caused him to laugh a bit. To start things off, I had absolutely no idea that the DMV would be as congested as it was on a Saturday, the parking lot was chock-full of cars, I actually had to parallel park for the second time, and I wasn't even being tested yet. As we strode inside the DMV, the vast room was absolutely stuffed with people of all ages, the aura of tension in the room quickly made me uneasy. Just as I entered the room, this toady little guy perched on a stool demanded I show him my proof of identification, afterwards I found out my drivers permit had expired, and apparently needed to renew that before I could attempt to get my license. Flustered and high-strung, it took much effort for me to be polite to every person I dealt with, one of the men at the counter barely spoke English and eyed me as if I were a demon, I found out I had to take the freaking written test again just to see if I could get my permit renewed.
Snatching the written test with much disgruntlement, I shuffled to a very tiny desk across the room where a few Mexican adults twice my age stared down at their tests with dumbfounded expressions. Convinced that I would probably fail the written test and disappoint myself and my comrades father, I halfheartedly filled out the test while feeling much resentment for those who made me take it again, it took me less than half the time to finish my test than everyone else in the room, and as I gave this girl behind the counter who looked my age my test, I had a very hopeless expression on my face as she pulled out the answer key and began looking over my test. Surprisingly, I managed to pass the test. Just as a feeling of hope swelled in my chest, I felt much sympathy for this Mexican guy who handed his test in moments later, he failed his test for the fourth time that day, people behind the counter were actually suggesting he look in a book before taking the test again. Already feeling drained, my comrades father attempted to encourage me and lift my spirits as I waited to see if I could take my driving test, two people who worked there were hell-bent on thwarting my attempts to take the driving test, however I prevailed as I remained polite with this hellion of a woman who glared at me as if I just hit on her with the cheesiest pickup line in the world. Finally I managed to sneak my way through the obstacles and I managed to be one of the very last people taking their driving test for the day, my comrades father seemed grim in regard to my instructor, who apparently had been quite a dick to both he and my comrade when they came for his license, which was of course what I really needed to hear.
As I clutched the keys to the Hammerhead car belonging to my comrades father, I quickly strolled outside with my driving instructor, who took his sweet time in following me, I think I had to stop walking about three times just for him to catch up with me. Eventually after what felt like an eternity, I found the Hammerhead and quickly unlocked it, beeping the horn once and checking all of the turn signals before I pulled out of the parking lot and drove out and on the road. Sweltering hot, my skin most likely glistened with perspiration due to the fact that I was so concentrated on driving that I hadn't even thought of activating the air conditioner. After a few sardonic comments made by my driving instructor, to which I responded with a few nervous laughs, I rolled the windows down to get some fresh air. Soon after we both exchanged a few comments, I quickly admitted as to how nervous I was about driving with him, to which he responded by staring over at me grinning like a shark. So, when driving with a driving instructor, one would think the majority of the conversation would consist mostly of the topic of .. well driving, however much to my surprise, the driving instructor suddenly asked me if I had ever heard of The Phantom, an old comic strip hero who lived in the jungle and wore a skintight purple suit with a skull ring. I imagine the expression on my face was of utter bewilderment as he began to go on about The Phantom and just how much he loved The Phantom, I gave a lopsided grin and told him how in a way he was sort of like Batman, which the man found quite funny. I doubt most of the people he drove with actually knew who the fuck The Phantom was, so I think he was very much pleased with my acknowledgment. My instructor said I had the best downhill parking he had seen that busy day, which heartened me. Eventually I drove back to the parking lot and into a space, and when that old man turned to me and congratulated me on passing the driving test, I felt better than spending three hours making out.
Stumbling back inside the DMV, my comrades father eager to hear of the results while I quickly gave him a thumbs up. As I slid into the seat in front of the camera, the guy taking my picture knew it was my first time getting my license, so he made a big deal of it with everyone behind the counter while I flashed a huge grin for my picture, if only he knew how freaking exhausted I felt. Piloting the Hammerhead home with my drivers license tucked into my wallet, my comrades father congratulated me on everything, and I expressed my nigh overwhelming gratitude for his help in me getting my license. Stripping down to my boxers in the ardent heat of the day, I collapsed on my bed while my mother ran in and bear-hugged me while professing her pride to me. Later that day I basically stayed up for as long as I could until finally deciding to take a nap I had definitely earned. Next day I awoken feeling refreshed and accomplished for knowing my drivers license was tucked into my wallet, phase one of project getting Mikhail's ass on the road is complete, now all I need is to complete phase two and save up money from the job i'll be getting soon to buy my own car, then project getting Mikhail's ass on the road will be a magnificent accomplishment.
Unfortunately I haven't been able to speak much with Del the last few days, I actually think I irritated her a bit by being playful with her, hopefully it didn't really come off as me trying to get into her pants or anything. I may be a horny guy, but most certainly not all the time, I just jest by saying that I am, and if I am i'm certainly good at disguising it. Really beginning to miss her, but fortunately since I now have my drivers license, I won't have to go practice driving every day, and i'll have much more time to spend with her, just hope she knows that I miss her very much, and to this day I think of what she said of me. Recently i've also spoken a bit with Lynn, who I guess used to go out with Stephen, i've spoken shortly with her before, but never really had the opportunity to converse with her. I found it very cool that she and I both have similar views on relationships and whatnot, very cool to have a friend who understands how you feel on certain perspectives. Apparently she read some romantic story she wants me to read, so i'll probably end up reading that at one point or another, when i'm not horribly sleepy.
Spontaneously today during my resting and relaxing, the trio of my comrade, Danny, and Joe Lane showed up at my homestead. My hair disheveled, my facial hair scruffy and clad in simply an awesome pair of sexy boxers, I groggily got dressed as they knocked on my door, Danny feigning a ghetto voice while I snickered under my breath. Initial agenda was to drive around and end up spending the night at Danny's estate, however those plans were foiled when we were tailed by the police since leaving my residence. Just as we were about to start heading in the direction of Danny's estate, suddenly a small silver car piloted by two policemen wearing bulletproof vests pulled us over just in front of the police station just down the street from my house. Immediately the officers ordered Danny to step out of the jeep, the cops quickly finding the Triple C both Danny and my comrade purchased at a Walgreens. One by one, the two officers made the four of us exit the car and questioned us all on everywhere we had stopped that night, we gave an offhand rundown of our stops, but eventually one of the officers snarled that we were lying. Unfortunately, my comrade had decided to bring some Vicodin with him in a prescription bottle, the Vicodin had apparently belonged to my comrades mother, who had been prescribed it for knee surgery once before. Basically both my comrade and Danny were given the hardest treatment, Danny given the treatment because of his persistent defiance of telling the officer his phone number and home address. Both officers couldn't really say anything to me because I hadn't been in the possession of anything illegal, they simply tried to inquire if I knew anything about pills and the chemicals in them, which I sincerely didn't know much about. As the officers called both my comrade and Ian's parents at around midnight and told them we were all trying to "mix pills" which would have made us "run outside naked right into traffic." After persistent interrogation, both Danny and my comrade were given rides home by their parents, Joe having given me a ride home, I would have been content with walking home, however when I saw how nervous and high-strung Joe had seemed, I knew he needed to talk with someone before driving home, so I decided to let him drive me home while I calmly conversed with him and rehashed over what had happened. I was kind of bewildered over the fact that both policemen had known that my comrade had urinated behind the 711 we stopped at, they must have been watching us like hawks.
On the brightside, none of us were arrested and I still have my sexy license, but this has been a very stressful weekend.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.
Snatching the written test with much disgruntlement, I shuffled to a very tiny desk across the room where a few Mexican adults twice my age stared down at their tests with dumbfounded expressions. Convinced that I would probably fail the written test and disappoint myself and my comrades father, I halfheartedly filled out the test while feeling much resentment for those who made me take it again, it took me less than half the time to finish my test than everyone else in the room, and as I gave this girl behind the counter who looked my age my test, I had a very hopeless expression on my face as she pulled out the answer key and began looking over my test. Surprisingly, I managed to pass the test. Just as a feeling of hope swelled in my chest, I felt much sympathy for this Mexican guy who handed his test in moments later, he failed his test for the fourth time that day, people behind the counter were actually suggesting he look in a book before taking the test again. Already feeling drained, my comrades father attempted to encourage me and lift my spirits as I waited to see if I could take my driving test, two people who worked there were hell-bent on thwarting my attempts to take the driving test, however I prevailed as I remained polite with this hellion of a woman who glared at me as if I just hit on her with the cheesiest pickup line in the world. Finally I managed to sneak my way through the obstacles and I managed to be one of the very last people taking their driving test for the day, my comrades father seemed grim in regard to my instructor, who apparently had been quite a dick to both he and my comrade when they came for his license, which was of course what I really needed to hear.
As I clutched the keys to the Hammerhead car belonging to my comrades father, I quickly strolled outside with my driving instructor, who took his sweet time in following me, I think I had to stop walking about three times just for him to catch up with me. Eventually after what felt like an eternity, I found the Hammerhead and quickly unlocked it, beeping the horn once and checking all of the turn signals before I pulled out of the parking lot and drove out and on the road. Sweltering hot, my skin most likely glistened with perspiration due to the fact that I was so concentrated on driving that I hadn't even thought of activating the air conditioner. After a few sardonic comments made by my driving instructor, to which I responded with a few nervous laughs, I rolled the windows down to get some fresh air. Soon after we both exchanged a few comments, I quickly admitted as to how nervous I was about driving with him, to which he responded by staring over at me grinning like a shark. So, when driving with a driving instructor, one would think the majority of the conversation would consist mostly of the topic of .. well driving, however much to my surprise, the driving instructor suddenly asked me if I had ever heard of The Phantom, an old comic strip hero who lived in the jungle and wore a skintight purple suit with a skull ring. I imagine the expression on my face was of utter bewilderment as he began to go on about The Phantom and just how much he loved The Phantom, I gave a lopsided grin and told him how in a way he was sort of like Batman, which the man found quite funny. I doubt most of the people he drove with actually knew who the fuck The Phantom was, so I think he was very much pleased with my acknowledgment. My instructor said I had the best downhill parking he had seen that busy day, which heartened me. Eventually I drove back to the parking lot and into a space, and when that old man turned to me and congratulated me on passing the driving test, I felt better than spending three hours making out.
Stumbling back inside the DMV, my comrades father eager to hear of the results while I quickly gave him a thumbs up. As I slid into the seat in front of the camera, the guy taking my picture knew it was my first time getting my license, so he made a big deal of it with everyone behind the counter while I flashed a huge grin for my picture, if only he knew how freaking exhausted I felt. Piloting the Hammerhead home with my drivers license tucked into my wallet, my comrades father congratulated me on everything, and I expressed my nigh overwhelming gratitude for his help in me getting my license. Stripping down to my boxers in the ardent heat of the day, I collapsed on my bed while my mother ran in and bear-hugged me while professing her pride to me. Later that day I basically stayed up for as long as I could until finally deciding to take a nap I had definitely earned. Next day I awoken feeling refreshed and accomplished for knowing my drivers license was tucked into my wallet, phase one of project getting Mikhail's ass on the road is complete, now all I need is to complete phase two and save up money from the job i'll be getting soon to buy my own car, then project getting Mikhail's ass on the road will be a magnificent accomplishment.
Unfortunately I haven't been able to speak much with Del the last few days, I actually think I irritated her a bit by being playful with her, hopefully it didn't really come off as me trying to get into her pants or anything. I may be a horny guy, but most certainly not all the time, I just jest by saying that I am, and if I am i'm certainly good at disguising it. Really beginning to miss her, but fortunately since I now have my drivers license, I won't have to go practice driving every day, and i'll have much more time to spend with her, just hope she knows that I miss her very much, and to this day I think of what she said of me. Recently i've also spoken a bit with Lynn, who I guess used to go out with Stephen, i've spoken shortly with her before, but never really had the opportunity to converse with her. I found it very cool that she and I both have similar views on relationships and whatnot, very cool to have a friend who understands how you feel on certain perspectives. Apparently she read some romantic story she wants me to read, so i'll probably end up reading that at one point or another, when i'm not horribly sleepy.
Spontaneously today during my resting and relaxing, the trio of my comrade, Danny, and Joe Lane showed up at my homestead. My hair disheveled, my facial hair scruffy and clad in simply an awesome pair of sexy boxers, I groggily got dressed as they knocked on my door, Danny feigning a ghetto voice while I snickered under my breath. Initial agenda was to drive around and end up spending the night at Danny's estate, however those plans were foiled when we were tailed by the police since leaving my residence. Just as we were about to start heading in the direction of Danny's estate, suddenly a small silver car piloted by two policemen wearing bulletproof vests pulled us over just in front of the police station just down the street from my house. Immediately the officers ordered Danny to step out of the jeep, the cops quickly finding the Triple C both Danny and my comrade purchased at a Walgreens. One by one, the two officers made the four of us exit the car and questioned us all on everywhere we had stopped that night, we gave an offhand rundown of our stops, but eventually one of the officers snarled that we were lying. Unfortunately, my comrade had decided to bring some Vicodin with him in a prescription bottle, the Vicodin had apparently belonged to my comrades mother, who had been prescribed it for knee surgery once before. Basically both my comrade and Danny were given the hardest treatment, Danny given the treatment because of his persistent defiance of telling the officer his phone number and home address. Both officers couldn't really say anything to me because I hadn't been in the possession of anything illegal, they simply tried to inquire if I knew anything about pills and the chemicals in them, which I sincerely didn't know much about. As the officers called both my comrade and Ian's parents at around midnight and told them we were all trying to "mix pills" which would have made us "run outside naked right into traffic." After persistent interrogation, both Danny and my comrade were given rides home by their parents, Joe having given me a ride home, I would have been content with walking home, however when I saw how nervous and high-strung Joe had seemed, I knew he needed to talk with someone before driving home, so I decided to let him drive me home while I calmly conversed with him and rehashed over what had happened. I was kind of bewildered over the fact that both policemen had known that my comrade had urinated behind the 711 we stopped at, they must have been watching us like hawks.
On the brightside, none of us were arrested and I still have my sexy license, but this has been a very stressful weekend.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.