The One on the Night Before the Driving Test

What it do? I was originally planning on writing this out whilst lying sideways on my bed, seeing as I was feeling rather lethargic before. Nuts to that now, thanks to my second wind.

[interjection] So I took a break after that paragraph to answer nature's call. Not enough taking my time listening to music and surfing through other people's blogs. Very nice, how much? [endterjection]

Anywho, I've got my driving test tomorrow, and right now, I'm not even anxious. I have to actually be thinking about my test to feel any sort of anxiety. I was going back and forth (I do that a lot) between feeling a tad nervous, to feeling cocky (then again, I guess I'm normally cocky anyways, so it was probably more 'normal' than 'cocky'). I just wanna get it over and done with, so that I never have to follow road rules ever again.

Was planning on getting a good night's sleep to get myself feeling good for the test, but it's halfway out the window seeing as I'm on my 3rd wind now. Sigh, ahh well. Like sleep ever did anyone any good anyway. Plus, I think I work better when I'm deprived of sleep.

Okay, so I'm just trying to justify sleeping late. And like it makes any difference if I don't get sleep; I'm naturally stuck on Awesome Mode anyways. It's what I do. Because, that's how I roll! (Sweet mother of all that is good and pure, I've missed that phrase.)

Anyways, here's hoping I pass my test. The thing is, it's not really gonna make much of a difference until I get my car. Although, the father (who Ian and I recently discovered looks a whole lot like Chow Yun Fat, in the right light ) did say I'd be allowed to take his Starlet if I needed it. Which is good enough, if I just need to get from A-to-B, but until I get my Beamer, I'm not officially considering myself a 'driver,' i.e. getting to drive around by myself in my own car organised neatly, just the way I like it.

Was up for a while trying to finish off Gears of War. I'm up to the very last fight now, but it's just too much for tonight. I'm proud of the fact that I've only had to get help for this game thrice, 'cause it's so hard that the thought of playing it is making me sick right now. When I'm feeling a little better, General RAAM's Locust ass is MINE. (This attempt at trying to do something without help is brought to you by the Stubborn Division of the Martin Pagdanganan Global Corporation.)

Anywho, 1AM's just around the corner, so that does it for this blog. Here's hoping I pass the test, I'm sick of being an L-plater, and am very much looking forward to driving by myself. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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