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Saturday, March 1, 2008


Dear Bloggie,

Went driving for the first time today (got my temps last weekend). What. A. Nightmare. I wasn't bad. Hell, for a first time I was good. But my mother!
I come to a stop light, hit the breaks a little too hard and mom says: "Not so hard! You trying to give me whip lash?"
For get to turn a blinker on or look to my left: "Op, you just failed your test. Good luck getting you licence now."
Oh, and my favorite.
My first turn was a little wide, so instead of saying "Good, but that was too wide(or something along those lines)" like a normal person my mom says "BAM!! You just hit someone." I thought I really hit someone! So I slammed on the breaks and got out of the car. As I'm looking for a body my mom is laughing her ass off in the car, "Not literally sweetie" -_-.
If it even seemed like I might mess up my mom would freak out (which would then make me freak) so after a while she just started instructing every little move (down to where I looked to stay in line). And if I didn't do it as instructed she would freak out some more. (By freak I don't mean get mad. I mean freak). So yeah for about an hour I went like this. And the longer it went, the more she would criticised, the more she criticized the more nervous and more mistakes I made.

Oh, and I'm working on making my own layout for this, but cant find any good pics, so if you have any please send them my way. Thanks.
With love♥,
Duzzie.
20:15
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