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23 July Why mists never write best-selling novels...Howdy folks.
Happy to say i'm in an oddly happy state of mind, though should you ask me why i'll probably cause you some strange form of pain, because i have no idea, and it's kinda starting to freak me out...
As to life, i'm still not driving, as noted in the last blog entry, chestnut season is over :( and...that's about it as far as interesting things go. I've managed to get myself singing the worlds most optimistic and possibly least well liked song for a concert- thats right, simmy gets to sing "tomorrow". Laugh all you like, you're the ones in the cells! mwa ha ha!!! Also my obsession with catgirls has spawned into full flown nearly lifesise fanart. Then girls in tap shoes are gonna kill it. Dont you just love dance studios? I think the best bit is that i've never watched an anime series religiuosly ever in my life, so my catgirl thing is solely in "still". Think i'll keep it that way...
Anyway, that's about it i think...yeah, close enough. hope you enjoyed this vague and pointless update. Now bugger off! 05 July driving- me insaneok, so i decided that i should use this month-long break to actually learn to drive, one of many essential life skills i should have learned two years ago if not even earlier. funny thing is all the people i look at who call me stupid for not having done so earlier seem to have their own deficiencies- never got their p's, just suck, despite having miraculously passed, dont have a car to use anyway, being able to get rid of their p's and not doing so.
ok ok, actually most of the people i just hinted out havent actually called me stupid, but one in particular called me silly, despite knowing how much that word pisses me off.
And then theres the sudden realisation that all of my driving role-models are flawed. theres stu, who i would never actually deem as a model anything, come to think of it, who backed into an electric fence trying to get our car out of the mud- we got into the mud trying to avoid said fence- needless to say when he opened mums door i ran for the proverbial hills. NO WAY your getting me into a car driven by that man.
Then there's nana, the person i drive with most, who asks me the directions to her own friggin' house, let alone every other little trip she emotionally blackmails me into taking with her. the smallest layer of fog on her windscreen freaks her out so much she actually pulls over ad asks me to wipe it off. when i inform her i can see fine she then keeps driving and tries to wipe it off whilst doing so, swerving off the road in her lapse of concentration. she also doesnt know haw to drive under 60 km per hour. even in roadworks. cringeworthy. Oh, oh, and she tries to open the car with her housekey.
The most sane of my possible driving teachers is my darling mother, but sadly when angry or when she was drinking earlier in the evening she no longer cares about road rules. it's difficult to feel safe when your going 120 in a 50 zone, or when your purposely going straight over roundabouts.
Ah, sorry inmates, that was definately a rant uneeded, so here's the positive:
If i get my licence this month i'll be on my p's in time for uni! If i get my licence i'll be the one driving on nanas little trips, and she can forget the fucking fog! if i get my licence i can drive mum home of an evening and stick to the law! if i get my licence i can steal nanas car and get the hell out if i need to! oh wait, no, cant do that for another six months. bugger.
Comment on your own driving woes, inmates divine, i crave your anecdotes.
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