Today, I went to the MVA to get my learner’s permit. However, even registering me into the system was troublesome because my mom forgot to bring my birth certificate, even though she swears she remembered. So, we had to drive all the way back home and all the way back to the MVA. We waited a while, and then I got my picture taken and had to fill out a form. My mother and I had a little argument; I wanted to be an organ donor but she thought that that would make them not help me in an accident because they know I’m a donor. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t do that, and what use are my organs to me when I’m dead, anyways? In the end, I won. So, watch out; I might save your life one day.
After we had gotten everything filled out, I had to go into another room to take a test. My brother told me that it was really easy, so I didn’t do any studying. Well…I failed it. You have to get at least 17 out of 20 questions right, and I had already gotten four wrong by question 9. I felt really stupid, because the other two girls in the room with me passed it. They wouldn’t let me take it again until tomorrow; so I didn’t get my learner’s. Poo. I’m going to take it again tomorrow; but first I’m actually going to read through the driver’s handbook. Some of the questions were really easy, like, it showed a picture of a “construction work ahead” sign and asked what it meant; but others were really hard, like “how do you motion for someone to take a left turn?”, or “What are the penalties for refusing to take a drug test?”
Well, that trip was a failure. Everyone there was so stern and unfriendly; I was glad to get out of there. Ah, well. I do hope I’ll get my learner’s tomorrow.
In a more positive light, I’m almost finished with knitting my Slytherin House scarf. I just need to knit three more stripes, seam the rest of it up, and make the tassels. I can hardly wait to wear it on the movie premiere in June!
Also, I’m trying to think of what to write to Gene Wilder, as Hope found his address. On the site where she found it, people left feedback saying that he responded and signed their photos; so it seems pretty legit. Ohohohohoh, it makes me shiver to think that he might actually RESPOND to something I wrote.
For your viewing enjoyment, here’s a video of him talking about Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma. I’m not entirely sure of what that is, but all I know is that Gene Wilder survived it. In this interview, some of what he says is almost exactly what he wrote in his autobiography “Kiss Me Like a Stranger”. Also, note his incredible blue socks. Doesn’t he seem like the kind of person who wouldn’t mind having a conversation with just anyone? Like he would smile and greet perfect strangers, and talk to them just as he would talk to anyone else? He seems like the nicest man on earth.
I love Gene Wilder so much. My days lately have been so preoccupied with thinking about Gene Wilder, looking at fansites, videos, and the like. It’s crazy, but… I’ll say what I’ve said so many times before– he’s amazing.
I’m sorry you didn’t pass your learner’s permit test. I took about four online ones and failed all of them, so don’t feel too bad.
I guess I actually will have to read the guidebook as well.
And congrats on nearly finishing the scarf (I always think of something else to say right after commenting; sorry about that).
Ah, well, it’s a healthy obsession.
I think.
And, you know what they say; it’s better to share an obsession than to obsess alone.
Actually, I just made that up. But it sounds right.
Hey, you’re right,that DOES sound like something They would say.
…and we need to catch this imposter Gene Wilder that killed Kaitlyn’s puppy.
Oh! I know! I bet it was Truckman! That jerk…
I bet it WAS Truckman. We need to do something about this…
Oh, and, hypothetically, are you free on Friday, May 8th?
I believe so. Why?
Oh, no reason. *whistles*
Oh, but I declare! This sounds like some tomfoolery that I must be a part of!
There’s a possibility of me having a birthday party on that date (can’t say more, I’m having computer problems)
Oh, goody! It’ll be swell!
I hope so.