Life is almost good. Almost.

So, I got my permit. And I think I'm pretty ok at driving after one day of practice. I can park straight, haha. I really think I got lucky on the test. Or God saved my soul. Something like that. I'm pretty sure that passing wasn't just my doing.

Since I started practicing driving, I've got this feeling of advancement in life in general. I'm really setting off into this world. It's like how baby birds learn to use their wings. Except instead of wings, I have an old, busted, manual Isuzu Amigo. Complete with a cracked windshield and a horribly scratched up red paint job. Excellent.

And to further this experience, my 18th birthday is right around the corner. I'm going to be legalized as an adult on November 28th. All of this, paired with the immense independence that has been thrust upon me by college life just shows me: I am grown up, and it's amazing. I never really thought it could happen. In actuality, I've just been coasting through my teenage life without a thought about the future. I mean, I understood that I'd eventually go out and get a job and all of that good stuff, but it feels like it came too fast. Or too abruptly. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just that I was way ill-prepared. And the whole "growing up" thing dawned on me at a super late moment.

I think I'll do fine as an adult. We'll have to see.

Anyways, in THAT regard, life is good. The almost part is something terribly, terribly repetitive. Notice how I added two terribly's to further the effect of repetitiveness. That's how serious it is. And not serious in the sense of traditional dictionary definition, but rather, the M. J. Abero definition. I will soon eliminate the imperfection that is marring the goodness in my life, however. So it's all good. Or it WILL be all good. Haha.

I'm done, peace out.

- Bam