Driving Lessons

Yup.
Its that time for me.
Its that time for everyone who is fifteen.
And its the time that i absolutley dred.
Its time for...
ah..you guessed it..
driving lessons.
I know what your thinking.
Your thinking..shouldnt that be exciting?
Well my answer to you is..
yes..it SHOULD.
But for me
its the worst thing on earth.
Now i dont know about you guys..but in a lot of ways..i have the best instructor.
And in a lot of other ways..i have the worst.
My instructor is my grandfather.
Ha ha..your laughing right?
Your probably thinkin of a very very old man with glasses on drooling on himself because he cant keep his dentures in his mouth.Oh and dont forget the baldness.
HA.
Youd be totally and completley wrong.
well..for the exception of the baldness...he is bald but..well thats another blog.
Hes not old..hes actually..very much young.
He is very much like the brother i never had.
But when it comes to driving lessons..
hes like..a stinkin DRILL SARGENT.
If i act out..he might make me step out of the car and do push ups..no lie.(which would be totally bad considering the most i could do for the national health society test was one)
Heres the deal.
I cant handle it.
I cant handle the yelling.
I cant handle it at all.
Not one little bit.
Its not as if it would make me cry.
Its the kind of cant handle it when you think you could burst in anger.
Seriously.
I could possably scream.
No joke.
But out of "respect" i am not aloud to talk.
Not one lttle peep.
I have to sit there and listen..and do what i am told.
heh heh.
You think thats funny dont you?
Well if you know me..you probably know that..i tend to talk.
A lot.
I never stop.
I always speak my mind.
And i never ever let anyone no matter how ruff and tuff they think they are tell me what to do.
It just doesnt happen.
It wont ever happen.
EVER.
So when someone tells me not to..
it immediatley TICKS ME OFF.
I mean..waaay off.
At this point..i seriously think that i would need Dr. Phil.
Or maybe an anger management class.
(I like Dr. Phil waay better..big fan of the more hair on your face than your head look.)
So.
Like i say.
It bothers me.
And when you have someone yelling at you while your trying to drive..its kinda hard to consentrate.
Last week..for example.
My grandfather was yelling at me for some reason and i accidentally drove on the sidewalk.
(we were in the school parking lot by the way..and if you have ever even seen our school..youd know that the school doors are very close to the sidewalk..do the math)
New..TOE-PEEK (that topic in my own little made up language)
Dresses.
Yesterday..me and my friends went to go buy some totally hot dresses for the AC (athletic Celebration)
We are gunna look hott.
Yeah thats right i put two t's on the hott.
That means we are gunna look..waaay good.
But.
here's the bad news.
I have to take the dress that i had back because apparently its too short.
I know...
I'm sad too.
(sigh)
Anywaaaaaaaaaay.
We ate at this uhmazing italian restraunt..i cant spell it.
I know it started with a 'B'
The point is..it was dalicioso!
They give you the biggest servings that i have ever seen in my life.
I love it.
I ordered angel hair pasta..on the menu it was called The Maria.
Ugh i know.it even sounds daliciousa!
The only downer was..that they ran out of meatballs.
I went into a deep deep depression after the waitress told me that.
So deep..you probably wouldnt even understand. :)
Which brings me to my next topic.
Why dont they create meatsquares?
Why dont they create meat in all geometric shapes?
I bet they would earn more money if they did that.
I should be president.
Heres why..
Cuz i bet obama couldnt have even thought of that.
I mean seriously.
That could really help our economy, geometric meatballs.
Heres my philosophy.
Today meatballs....Tomorrow..the world.
heh.
I like it.
How bout you?
I thought you would.:D

have a absolutley Glamourous night you guys!

P.S...I am about to watch one of my favorite movies Pride and Prejudice...YAY.

Love
Hailey;)