Today is the day! In about a half an hour I leave for work, and in about five hours I leave for my driver's permit test. At nearly eighteen years old, I know I'm a bit behind on the game (something that is not my fault, and was a bit of a touchy subject for a while- I have since come to terms with it though), but I plan to finally take the last big step before I'm really truly "all growed up", and learn to operate a vehicle.
First, let me assure you that it will look nothing like this. (I don't wear lipstick, silly, I'm all about the lip gloss. And my mobile is white). I plan to be both extremely sensible and far to frightened to even begin to be comfortable enough to apply makeup in the car. Besides- my driver's manual says that one should never apply lipstick (or shave?) whilst driving. And I plan to follow the rules.
At least for now.
However, I'm almost certain that, if I do pass the test and somehow end up getting licensed, I'll end up like this in just a few short weeks at most.
Hooray for optimism!
Of course, there is still the question of what car I shall drive. For now, I'll be operating the family Windstar Minivan. His name is Elvis, and he's a trusty old soul. In my heart of hearts, though, I'll never be satisfied until I own the car of my dreams- a bright yellow 1973 vintage VW Super Beetle (The same car, ironically enough, that my parents drove on their first date together).
I'm not too picky about the colour- this dapper blue would suit just as well.