In about ten minutes I’ll be leaving to take my driving test. Woohoo! *Finally*, after all this time, I’ll be able to get on the road by myself (granted, if I pass the test.) I’ve had some pretty interesting dreams about the test. I wasn’t even nervous until the night before last when I dreamt that Julie’s car (my Uncle’s lady friend whose car I’ll be borrowing) went uncontrollable during my test, and (naturally, since we’re in Colorado…) we went driving up into snowy mountains. I promptly swerved like mad around a tight, ice-encrusted corner and launched myself over the cliff. I flew 600 feet, landed right-side-up in a pile of snow, and thank goodness no one was hurt! There wasn’t even a single dent in the car. Miraculous, eh? But I was soon met by a rather miffed Park Ranger who started explaining my prosecution options for flying off the side of a mountain. The funniest bit was the Park Ranger was drumming his fingers quite loudly on the top of the car; turns out that was the sound of my Uncle knocking on my bedroom door, trying to wake me up. I had slept through my alarm and we were supposed to be leaving at just that moment. Good thing I can get dressed in under five minutes.

Last night I had a dream that I went to downtown DC, leaving my BMW in a metro parking garage. When I got back, the car had been gutted and I was very, very angry. But somehow I got locked inside the car, while the thief was doing various things to the outside of the car. For some reason my father recruited one of my neighbors – he’s not a cop, but he’s a spook of some sort – and they came to my rescue. Still doesn’t make much sense to me, since wouldn’t it be more logical to just call the police?

Oh well, such is life in DreamyLand.

Want to know something slightly embarrassing? I forgot to bring a watch with me, so yesterday while I was waiting at the DMV (after getting my Colorado learner’s permit) for my Uncle to come back and pick me up, I walked over to K-Mart (first aspect of embarrassment) and had to buy myself a new one. The cheapest one there had a shiny purple band, and the Powerpuff Girls on the watchface. Yeah, I bought it, cause I’m cheap (and it was so shiny!) It also came with a funny little charm bracelet that had detachable Powerpuff Girls charms thingies. I promptly removed them from the bracelet and attached them to my rucksack. Yeah, so I’m 18; yeah, so I have Powerpuff Girls on my wrist and my cute little backpack, that up until recently really did look quite nice (it’s brown leather, very small, compact, and perfect for what I need); yeah, so I’m proud of it. It may be slightly embarrassing that here I am being accused of looking younger all of a sudden and instead of trying to counter that, I surround myself with cartoon bobbles. But I like it, and it was cheap.

Honestly, I’m more embarrassed about the going into K-mart part. Eeugh.

Guess who I met yesterday! A fellow student at the Courtauld Institute of Art! I’m so excited, I’ve never met one before (apart from just seeing them in the hallways and libraries at the school, but I never got the chance to speak to any of them. Although, one rather cute guy in the Architecture library said “Hi!” and smiled at me once…) Anyway. 🙂 This very sweet guy emailed me to offer some advice and such on studying at Courtauld, of which I will be most appreciative. It’ll be nice to go to school next year and already know someone there.

Yeah, it’s September 11th, and I’m not going to say anything about it. I’m ignoring the news today. I’m happy, dang it, and that’s the way it should be, today of all days. So I’m not going to drag that down.

I’ve got to run now, and drive. Wish me luck!