Driving and All That Fun Stuff!
After taking my test twice, I got my permit! Hurray! I haven't had my permit since I was in highschool, and after I've gotten enough practice, I'm gonna try for my license. We figure now's the time to do it, at least if we can't afford insurance, it'll look good when I finally get some if I have X amount of time having my license, even if I'm not driving.
The first time I took my test, I failed by 1 question. The bastard test is random, so I kept getting, get this BICYCLE SAFETY QUESTIONS of all things. Not "What do you do if you encounter a bike in your car" questions. Fucking "How to ride a bike safely" questions. I'm not testing for my bike license. I'm testing for my DRIVER'S LICENSE. That, and they kept asking questions about the current DUI laws. Like how much jail time you get for X offense. Like it fucking matters! First of all, you shouldn't be driving while drinking, you fucktwits, and second of all, I really don't think me knowing the exact amount of jail time I'll be spending really matters.
Grr. I failed with a 70%. BUT.... that's without reading the manual and not driving in, like, 5 years. Booya. So I go home and study a little.
But the second test was more reasonable. Passed it, only missing 2 questions. 95% or something like that. Piece of cake.
So now I'm driving. Hurray! I drove a little on Wednesday, and I drove all the way back from Kennewick tonight. (That's 'round 'bout 150 miles or so.) No sweat. So I'm pretty stoked. It feels good to drive again.
Tim offered to let me drive for him on the way back from his long trips, and he'd pay half. I agreed, 'cause I need the practice, and this is a good way to take chunks out of our debt to him. I told him that unless I say otherwise, don't even bother giving me cash, just subtract that amount from the debt we owe him. This way, we should have him payed back in no time.
We went and bought our wedding rings today, yata! I'm all excited! God, it's only a month and a half until we get married! I'm starting to get butterflies thinking about. All jittery and whatnot.
I really have to start writing my vows. O.O
I'm beginning to think that I may have to phase out my flowergirl, though. Brian moved out from Shawn's house, and I dunno if he's still doped up on painkillers because of his crushed hand. I have to call and figure things out, but I'm pretty sure that the flower girl is a bust. Which doesn't bother me all that much. We can function without one just fine ^__^