30 fucking days.
Yes, that is right. 30 days until the test of all tests. Driving. UGH. I just scheduled it, because dude, I need to get the fuck out of this house!!! Little things piss my mom off, and I just want to get away. I want to fucking be able to drive, ALONE, listen to my jams and scream my lungs out. Then I'll probably always have that raspy voice. Oh well.
I need to get practicing. But, uh, not right now, because it is thundering, and that scares me. Totally not ready for that. Sigh. How old does the other person have to be so that I can drive with them? 18, 21, 25? I have no clue.
Fuck I just realized I'll have to pay for my own gas. But me and Dora, on the road of life. (BTW, Dora is my gas guzzling car.) So I really need my job. Good thing I took the drug test! Fingers crossed!
I need to go like, not panic or something. I think I'll go read some Jonas Secrets.