driving

…my mum warns people when I’m going to be driving so they can stay off the roads?

I am so bored, I am varnishing the TV table.

It’s official. I’m pathetic.

In other, more exciting news, I went to see 27 Dresses last night, at Robina. It was funny. I liked it. The cinema was completely packed out. Like to the point that there were people standing up at the back saying they were going to get a refund, cause they couldn’t find seats. Which I find kind of weird, cause I’ve never even seen it advertised or anything.

Another tragedy of my latest cinema experience was that there were like NO previews (well, okay, 2. But still. There might as well have been none.) They’d all been replaced with normal ads. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! If I want to watch ads, I’ll watch the telly. (Previews are in a whole nother league and don’t count.)

Ooh, and I drove home from the cinemas. Yay for me!! It was dark and I drove on the GC Highway and I didn’t hit anything. I am so proud.

Varnish is dry, so toodles while I do a second coat.

My life is tragic.

Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s been painfully long since I’ve posted anything on here.

So. Here goes.

As mentioned in the previous post I now have my learners license. So I think it would be appropriate to recount my second ever driving lesson.

I think it’s important to mention at this point that this was my first lesson outside of the carpark and actually on the road. So Dad took me out Tally Valley.

He is a cruel, cruel man.
Tallebudgera Valley is a twisty road that turns all over the place, frequently has no line and boasts an alarming number of one way bridges. Besides the fact that I SO wasn’t going to fit through these incredibly small spaces (even though I did), there’s still the little matter of everything else. At one point I found myself going down the narrow little road, with a concrete truck bearing down at me. So I did what any right thinking person with approximately an hour of total driving experience under her belt would have done under those circumstances.

I tried to get out of the way.
And okay, maybe there was a steep embankment on one side of the road. But I didn’t hit it. Admittedly Mum in the backseat almost had a heart attack and Dad in the front started yelling “Left! LEFT!!”. But I didn’t hit anything!!!

And I think that in itself is an achievement. And on that cheerful note, goodnight, I’m going to bed.

Yay for me.