Friday, April 08, 2005 .

Slap her, she's French


after getting out of the car from my warm up session (during which i knocked a pole down trying to vertical park), my instructor together with his colleauges gathered the test takers at this waiting area.
then when they decided it was time for us to go start the test proper, they would have to lead us up to this waiting room where our testers from the traffic police would come pick us up.
in doing so, this instructor said "okay all those taking the test at 1.55, come with me" then another guy said "all the 1.55 testees follow us". this was when they cracked up.
they kept going "testees come, testees." and they were freaking giggling like girls.
in case you dont get it, they were trying to make "testees" sound like "testis" and mind you, it doesnt take a freaking genius to make them sound alike.
so there were 8 "testis" going around together like one happy testicular family.
good day.
i passed my test even after striking a curb anyway.
what the hell.
the photo on my license will look fugly, like most other peoples'.




my dad thinks it's a good idea if he sits with me when i drive until im "good".
screw him.
that's not happening unless we're going to my grandma's house or something.
in which case he can drive if he wants to be such a paranoid freak.
pardon my bitching.
im just in the mood for it.




all my talk about stealing the car once i get my license probably wouldnt happen anyway.

screaming infidelity at 7:04 PM
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