So, my driving test is Tuesday, and I'm a little nervous. But at least if I fail, which I hopefully won't, I won't be any worse off than I am currently. Cause when you go the first time, you're neutral, and failing that sucked ass, but now I can't fail any worse. Unless I kill someone, or myself...or the instructor. Anyways, heading out to the testing area tomorrow just to check it out. My problem last time was driving 45 in a 40 (fucking school zones, when I was a kid you made sure to look where you were walking, and you didn't just run out in front of speeding cars), and my turn signal, for some reason, when up too fast when I put it down. So, those are easily correctable. I hope so anyways.
After that, life and the summer is wide open. Gonna go see Hellboy 2 when I get my license since no one else will go with me, and I've seen the other two blockbuster films, X-Files and Dark Knight.
Anyways, I had the most depressing dream last night. After 3/4s of a night of randomness (including fighting wolves) it all came to a head at some comic book or movie store, where I was with friends and my new girlfriend (in the dream, not real life) Jenna Wong, who I went to school with, back in grade school. So we were shopping for something or other there, but then went out to school, Carleton in this case, for lunch or who knows. When there, I sat at some table where my good friend (but not really, she's the love of my life who also lead me down the road to utter sadness) Caitlin Brown was sitting. And I was like fuck this is awkward, but honestly, even in real life, I'd be like hey...what's up, since I'm just a friendly guy I guess. So she was talking about some junk, I don't really know, and I'm just like oh yeah, but hey this isn't going so bad. Eventually Jenna had to leave and I was like oh ok, I'll catch up with you later, since I didn't want to leave whatever conversation I was having with Caitlin. Long story short, and since I don't remember the inbetween stuff, it ended with Caitlin and I hugging/crying while professing our shared loneliness and getting back together, even though I knew it was a retarded choice and I should have stayed with the other girl. And at that point I was like 'If I don't fucking wake up from this dream, I'm going to kill myself'. Suffice it to say, I woke up, and was like 'get out my brain woman!!' but couldn't stop thinking about it all day.
Maybe I need to undergo some sort of hypnosis or something to get her out of my head.