midnight thirty

it’s 12:30 in the am. i’m supposed to be have already been finishing reading the oregon drivers manual so i can take and pass the practice test so i can get up at 5:45ish and catch a 6:15 bus out to 86th and powell to the one full-service dmv that’s open on saturdays so i can take the real test and get my drivers permit, so i can go out for our first driving lesson with eric tomorrow afternoon.

you read that sentence again and tell me if it sounds like something you would want to do.

one could argue that i should have done my homework earlier in the week, say wednesday or thursday nights when i was playing animal crossing, or tonight when i got home and didn’t think it would take more than half an hour to go through the whole process, and i’d definately get to bed on time. ish. midnight counts as early, right?

this proves nothing other than that i was never a very good student, simply an intelligent one. the latter counts more than the former, in high school at least when you can get by on clever last minute lies, but in the quote unquote real world, well, do your god damned homework, because there’s nobody compelling you to get it done on time other than yourself, and if you don’t care, etc etc.

hardly the end of the world, of course. i’ll sleep in, feel great, go on the driving lesson anywho and simply sit in the backseat and take notes rather than do any of my own ‘driving’. and then instead of repeating this ridiculous process next friday night, i’ll see about getting out of work early that day, say around noon, so i can head downtown to a dmv during a respectable portion of the day.

argle bargle fargle stupid beauracracy and so on.

if it wasn’t for the free professional-grade driving lessons i’d simply forgo the whole damn thing, get an address-change sticker on my state id, and buy a bike. which i need to do anyways, they’re significantly more affordable than automobiles. i want a strida. i’ve mentioned this before.

god. that commercial always makes me feel great better. and am i the only one who thinks ‘clever last minute lies’ would make a good band name?

[addendum] as it happened, i woke up at 8:30 and couldn’t get back to bed, found my copy of the manual, caught a 9ish bus out to the dmv, and despite nearly failing the knowledge test, i had my permit in hand by 11am. not bad. first lesson was nervous, i drive like a 16 year old kid.