Yeah, I'm sure that not many of you would read this if it was entirely in Spanish, so I'll switch over.
Translation: Hey, guys and girls. How are you? I'm very, very happy. Guess what I did today!
Give up?
I passed my Driver's Test!
Here's the story:
I drive over to the DMV in my mom's lovely Dodge caravan, excited to take my Driver's Test. I get called up for my appointment very quickly, but it all suddenly goes horribly wrong.
The witch that's testing me takes one look at the windshield and refuses to get in there with me, saying that it's too dangerous. My dad's pissed off and starts talking with her until she finally asks me my opinion. I said, "Well, I honestly didn't think that it would be an issue, seeing as I've been driving on this for a year and there hasn't been a single problem."
Translation: Hey, guys and girls. How are you? I'm very, very happy. Guess what I did today!
Give up?
I passed my Driver's Test!
Here's the story:
I drive over to the DMV in my mom's lovely Dodge caravan, excited to take my Driver's Test. I get called up for my appointment very quickly, but it all suddenly goes horribly wrong.
The witch that's testing me takes one look at the windshield and refuses to get in there with me, saying that it's too dangerous. My dad's pissed off and starts talking with her until she finally asks me my opinion. I said, "Well, I honestly didn't think that it would be an issue, seeing as I've been driving on this for a year and there hasn't been a single problem."
My dad said the same thing, but she's like, "Well, you're an experienced driver."
I'm like, "What the heck? You're an idiot!"
She ends up saying that she'll let me come back by 4:30 with a safer car to take the test just so that I won't lose my appointment. She thinks that she's nice for doing it, but it's 3:40 and I haven't driven any other licensed vehicle other than that one! (my car's not licensed).
So I go home and get the keys to my brother's big truck. I speed over to Sprayberry, re-learn parallel parking, (it's way different with a huge truck) do it ONCE, and speeeeed over to the DMV again.
Well, some stupid woman decides that she wants to pull in from a neighborhood going about 25 miles per hour and squeeze riight in front of me, even though I'm going 55. I end up having to swerve over into the other lane to avoid smashing her. Stupid woman ruined my speed from then on.
So I get back over to the DMV at around 4:12 (I left Sprayberry at 4:05 and it takes 15 minutes to get to the DMV at normal speed=) and wait to be noticed by the witch. She doesn't actually come over to me until 4:30, and even then she's talking on the phone and complaining about how she has to stay late because of me.
I'm thinking, "I'm going to beat the crap out of her."
We start the test, and I'm the only one in the car. She's standing outside--still on the phone--and telling me what to do. She's pissing me off.
She finally gets off of the phone and gets into the car. The woman pulls up the seat, getting me even madder because now I can't see the cones.
But I end up doing well, guessing on the location of the cones the whole time. I almost knock a cone down, but I didn't.
She had me go on the road, too. I was going 52 at one point in time, and she was perfectly happy with that, but when I was going 35 in a 40 or 45 mile per hour zone it got her annoyed.
I'm like, "What the heck? You're an idiot!"
She ends up saying that she'll let me come back by 4:30 with a safer car to take the test just so that I won't lose my appointment. She thinks that she's nice for doing it, but it's 3:40 and I haven't driven any other licensed vehicle other than that one! (my car's not licensed).
So I go home and get the keys to my brother's big truck. I speed over to Sprayberry, re-learn parallel parking, (it's way different with a huge truck) do it ONCE, and speeeeed over to the DMV again.
Well, some stupid woman decides that she wants to pull in from a neighborhood going about 25 miles per hour and squeeze riight in front of me, even though I'm going 55. I end up having to swerve over into the other lane to avoid smashing her. Stupid woman ruined my speed from then on.
So I get back over to the DMV at around 4:12 (I left Sprayberry at 4:05 and it takes 15 minutes to get to the DMV at normal speed=) and wait to be noticed by the witch. She doesn't actually come over to me until 4:30, and even then she's talking on the phone and complaining about how she has to stay late because of me.
I'm thinking, "I'm going to beat the crap out of her."
We start the test, and I'm the only one in the car. She's standing outside--still on the phone--and telling me what to do. She's pissing me off.
She finally gets off of the phone and gets into the car. The woman pulls up the seat, getting me even madder because now I can't see the cones.
But I end up doing well, guessing on the location of the cones the whole time. I almost knock a cone down, but I didn't.
She had me go on the road, too. I was going 52 at one point in time, and she was perfectly happy with that, but when I was going 35 in a 40 or 45 mile per hour zone it got her annoyed.
But I passed with a 95 or 96. Woo hoo!
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Got the results of the audition on Thursday.
Bad news.
Despite the fact that I played 5 or 6 more scales than Katie Eason and Elyce Parham, they beat me. That's right. I went from 5th to 7th chair. Why, you ask? I don't know, and I can't come up with any explanation other than the fact that they're seniors and I'm not. I was soo upset when I heard that from Jessica...
I thought that Mr. Esserwein and Mrs. Estes thought that I was good, but that just totally crushed my confidence. And it's hard to believe that the Etude and sight-reading woman would give me such horrible scores that would allow Katie Eason and Elyce Parham leeway to beat me.
Whyyy?
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I don't have so much to do anymore, except for an ENORMOUS research paper for World History that's worth 200 points. I should be doing it right now, too, but I felt an obligation to my beautiful blog.
I probably won't be able to get online for a while. My brother's going to be doing an online project from 1-9:30 every Monday and Wednesday for a while. Supposedly we'll be getting DSL Lite soon, but I doubt it.
So I'll be sandwiched between assignment after assignment until Thanksgiving break or until Winter Holidays. Then, when the Winter Holidays come, I'll be going to Mexico instead of resting (believe me, you can't relax when you're visiting your 50 closest relatives and meeting in ONE small house.)
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I feel really bad for being online and chatting instead of writing my research paper... Sheez, my conscience can be really annoying sometimes.
My mom lent me $20 to go to the movies last Friday, and I had $10 left over. She didn't know it until she saw the money. She waited for me to offer her the change, and when I did she gave me $5 for being honest. Sure, I could've just not offered her the change and gotten 10 more dollars, but I would've felt soo bad.
Wow. I had a really strict upbringing, I guess.
Like, whenever we go out into public places, my mom always comments on how other parents raise their children. She's usually like, "Hah! If my baby went and screamed like that because she wanted something, I'd just let her cry and drag her by her hair outta there!"
Other moms just either shushed the baby down and offered them a cheaper toy or bought them whatever it was that they wanted instead.
Thank my mother for the way I am, I suppose.
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I'm watching Whose Line Is It Anyway? again. There are so many sexual innuendos in there, but that's what makes it so funny!
Hehehe. Sea Man is a superhero. Hehehe, Sea Man.
Tomorrow is my parent's 23rd anniversary. That's so sweet. They've been out buying gifts for each other since 7 o'clock, and it's now 11:17.
I heard Dr. Phil say that people who are bored are boring themselves. I don't agree with that. Do you?
Hehehe, breakdancing is funny.
Lately I cannot STAND narrow-mindedness. It seriously annoys me when people state their opinions as facts. People really shouldn't do that. Sure, that's what teachers make us do in our papers, since we can't use the phrases "I think" or "I believe," but outside of school don't be so narrow-minded.
Someone, whom I won't name (but it's not likely that others would know him/her), was talking to me about Napoleon Dynamite and saying that it was incredibly stupid because Napoleon was a "fucking retard." Just because it's not Hollywood-ified and realistic instead doesn't make it stupid. Open your mind and eyes.
Last week I was talking about the smell of lavender and how whenever I smell it I think of skin problems. Liz looked at me like I was an idiot, so I said, "Hey, things are seen differently in the eyes of others. Don't be so narrow-minded." She just told me to shut up, but she wasn't that mad. I'm glad that I can speak my mind to her without her getting pissed off at me. I value that kind of friendly relationship.
Okay, I think that I'll end this here. Good night and sweet dreams, everyone!
Comment and/or write in my tagboard, please! You know you want to=) I know I want you to. ^__^
Let me be...
Your purpose.
Current Quote: "Why are hamburgers called hamburgers when they're made of beef?"--Christian.
Current Mood: Ecstatic.
Current Music: Eternity by Nobuo Uematsu.
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Got the results of the audition on Thursday.
Bad news.
Despite the fact that I played 5 or 6 more scales than Katie Eason and Elyce Parham, they beat me. That's right. I went from 5th to 7th chair. Why, you ask? I don't know, and I can't come up with any explanation other than the fact that they're seniors and I'm not. I was soo upset when I heard that from Jessica...
I thought that Mr. Esserwein and Mrs. Estes thought that I was good, but that just totally crushed my confidence. And it's hard to believe that the Etude and sight-reading woman would give me such horrible scores that would allow Katie Eason and Elyce Parham leeway to beat me.
Whyyy?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I don't have so much to do anymore, except for an ENORMOUS research paper for World History that's worth 200 points. I should be doing it right now, too, but I felt an obligation to my beautiful blog.
I probably won't be able to get online for a while. My brother's going to be doing an online project from 1-9:30 every Monday and Wednesday for a while. Supposedly we'll be getting DSL Lite soon, but I doubt it.
So I'll be sandwiched between assignment after assignment until Thanksgiving break or until Winter Holidays. Then, when the Winter Holidays come, I'll be going to Mexico instead of resting (believe me, you can't relax when you're visiting your 50 closest relatives and meeting in ONE small house.)
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I feel really bad for being online and chatting instead of writing my research paper... Sheez, my conscience can be really annoying sometimes.
My mom lent me $20 to go to the movies last Friday, and I had $10 left over. She didn't know it until she saw the money. She waited for me to offer her the change, and when I did she gave me $5 for being honest. Sure, I could've just not offered her the change and gotten 10 more dollars, but I would've felt soo bad.
Wow. I had a really strict upbringing, I guess.
Like, whenever we go out into public places, my mom always comments on how other parents raise their children. She's usually like, "Hah! If my baby went and screamed like that because she wanted something, I'd just let her cry and drag her by her hair outta there!"
Other moms just either shushed the baby down and offered them a cheaper toy or bought them whatever it was that they wanted instead.
Thank my mother for the way I am, I suppose.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I'm watching Whose Line Is It Anyway? again. There are so many sexual innuendos in there, but that's what makes it so funny!
Hehehe. Sea Man is a superhero. Hehehe, Sea Man.
Tomorrow is my parent's 23rd anniversary. That's so sweet. They've been out buying gifts for each other since 7 o'clock, and it's now 11:17.
I heard Dr. Phil say that people who are bored are boring themselves. I don't agree with that. Do you?
Hehehe, breakdancing is funny.
Lately I cannot STAND narrow-mindedness. It seriously annoys me when people state their opinions as facts. People really shouldn't do that. Sure, that's what teachers make us do in our papers, since we can't use the phrases "I think" or "I believe," but outside of school don't be so narrow-minded.
Someone, whom I won't name (but it's not likely that others would know him/her), was talking to me about Napoleon Dynamite and saying that it was incredibly stupid because Napoleon was a "fucking retard." Just because it's not Hollywood-ified and realistic instead doesn't make it stupid. Open your mind and eyes.
Last week I was talking about the smell of lavender and how whenever I smell it I think of skin problems. Liz looked at me like I was an idiot, so I said, "Hey, things are seen differently in the eyes of others. Don't be so narrow-minded." She just told me to shut up, but she wasn't that mad. I'm glad that I can speak my mind to her without her getting pissed off at me. I value that kind of friendly relationship.
Okay, I think that I'll end this here. Good night and sweet dreams, everyone!
Comment and/or write in my tagboard, please! You know you want to=) I know I want you to. ^__^
Let me be...
Your purpose.
Current Quote: "Why are hamburgers called hamburgers when they're made of beef?"--Christian.
Current Mood: Ecstatic.
Current Music: Eternity by Nobuo Uematsu.
