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No Urge to Merge

Oh Lord.

I. Can't. Drive. For. Shit.

Today I went driving with my Dad. (Happy Daddy's Day, btw.)

We went out to Borders (they own my soul--$45 for 3 books!!!! It's insane.) and then I drove on the highway. This was like my...3rd time on the highway? Yeah, something like that.

Merging is a pain in the ass, honestly. I was trying, I swear! But it was stupid.

I had people behind me, beside me, in front of me...so when I went to merge, I cut three people off. Horns were blaring, tires were screeching...even a dude on a Harley flicked me off. (Which again, big armed dude, I'm sorry!)

What can I say? I'm a new driver. I was yelling that out the window at the people that flicked me off. Normally I would've flipped them the bird right back--that is, if I was a passenger. But when I'm a driver--it's like 10 & 2, and I'm a nervous wreck to begin with.

I hate driving. It only succeeds in raising my stress levels.

Sorry for raising your blood pressure, Dad. But then again--Happy Father's Day: It's Not My Fault You And Mom Had Four Daughters. XD

Comments

Emma said…
I want to DRIVE! And cute post title. Heh.
You are hysterical. And I'm so sorry about your sister's romper situation. Here's the plan. You will distract her with a shiny object while I run up to her room and burn it. Sound good?
June 19, 2007 at 12:48:00 AM EDT
alexgirl said…
Ohmygod, I HATED learning how to drive. I was a nervous wreck ALL THE TIME. It is mad stressful. But you'll get the hang of it.
ps-june 17th was my B-day, Yay!
pps-now that i'm back i'll have to catch up on your past posts. Hope things have been going well!
June 21, 2007 at 11:14:00 AM EDT
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