Genius Driver Thanks Video Games!

Je Suis: driving!

Mua-hahaha, I do indeed owe my excellent driving skills to video games! >:3

... Or not. Naaaah, not really; I just have good hand-eye coordination. But it's more amusing to dramatically start crying and pretending to hold a Golden Globe or something, tearfully -- and loudly -- thanking video games for my talent.

Started Driver's Ed this year, although I could have done it last year. I was just too busy though. But every time I get onto the driving range at school, it just feels too.... easy. It isn't, I suppose, but I simply have little trouble with it. I love the school car's; they're 2008-something-or-other-s, and a pretty sweet ride overall. We're supposed to have 10 hours of outside-classroom driving, five each quarter of this semester; the end of the quarter is in approximately three weeks, and I have precisely 1 hour and 5 minutes. I just got in from a 30-minute drive, which spouted this whole nonsense post.

But I'm cruising smoothly along, no hitches, and my mom decides to say, "Let's leave ___ Acres!" (Where we live. Except, you know, not ___; that gets confusing on mail, especially if I lose what's left of my mind and put ;___;, and then people think I'm really insane. In which they are completely correct, of course.)

So we venture out onto the -- well, not the, but more like a, main road. Not very main; it mainly passes directly through a whole bunch of side-streets leading to neighborhoods. I quickly decide I don't want to be on the road so long I'll forget where to turn (seriously, need new contacts much?), so I end up turning just a few turns away from where my neighborhood began.

And I turned right into this short little cul-de-sac full of cars partially on the road, people walking around the yards, and did I mention cars partially on the road? Oh yeah. Definitely no nerves jumping at that realization.

But I bravely continue on in the boat-that's-supposedly-a-Cadillac, avoiding cars and people like a pro, mua-hahaha. You know you're jealous.

So I'm feeling pretty good, overall... until I begin to turn and realize I've somehow completely missed this green van that just, like, appeared. As in, out of no where! And my mom just keeps shouting "STOP!", except, for some reason, my instinct is not to slam on the breaks but to gently break, then my mind kicks into gear and I manage to hit the break hard enough to fully stop the car immediately. My mom and I just sit there for a moment; then I shift the car into Park, take my foot off the break, and crack up laughing to relieve the tension. After a moment my mom joins me.

I so have an excuse; that wannabe-car is as wide as a small boat, I tell you! (Hence wannabe, for those of you not quite up to speed.) I don't know how I missed that van, but I'm totally blaming le boat.

It's my brothers name-sake. My oldest brother wanted to name him "Boat". I so agree with him (I'm the youngest).

But dude, such a good driver. I can do it all, 'cause I'm mad talented like that. Mm-hmm.