Friday, March 14, 2008


Well, I crashed the car during the test and I failed.

Actually, I lie. That was the kid who went before me. You think I'm kidding? I passed with flying colors and by flying colors, I mean 100%. Score, fist pump. Still though, my mom screams and recoils when I pull out of parking spaces, merge on the freeway, pull into parking spaces, turn on the blinker, stop at stop signs, pretty much anything really. I did all of the same exact things I do with her on the test and the man gave me 100%. It's her. Not me.

Look out world, here I come.

1 comment:

carissa anne said...

YEAH driver's license!

but i won't even ask how long it'll be until your mom would let you drive all the way down here to visit.