Sorry I haven't blogged in a while...been a bit busy lately. My mum's 50th was on the weekend (although her actual birthday was yesterday) and there are photos and videos from that, so when I get around to uploading them, I'll put them here. It was a blast.
I didn't sleep well at all last night. I dreamt mum and I were moving to Perth and we were driving there, and woke up really stressed about that, then I remembered I was sitting my driving test AGAIN today when I woke up. Not a good start. I wandered around downstairs feeling like I was going to throw up I was so stressed out...even playing some Split Enz couldn't calm my nerves. Had a shower, re-dyed my pink streak on the off chance that I actually passed and needed to have my photo taken. I had an hour and a bit long lesson before the test to try and shake off the ol' nerves. The pressure of sitting the test a third time was really getting to me, but I hadn't told anyone outside my immediate family that I was sitting the test again today so at least there was no weight of expectation. Then waiting at VicRoads...I hate waiting at the best of times...tried to focus on what Toby Puttock was doing with asparagus and mushrooms on Ready Steady Cook. My name was called - the guy failed me last time. Great. Walked out to the car, and I suddenly realised I wasn't all that nervous anymore. Or maybe I finally decided to accept the nerves and get on with it anyway. The test seemed to go really slowly...my slow maneouvre was a parallel park, and thank God mum showed me how to do them really well because I aced it. Driving along, feeling the nerves creep up every so often, singing in my head to push them down again. 'I feel good, de ne ne ne ne ne neh...so good, so good, I got you -Ow!' and Anything Can Happen by the Finn Brothers (ever the optimist). Finally got back to the VicRoads, parked the car, got called inside. Did I pass? My instructor gave me a thumbs-up as I walked in, but I didn't let myself relax until the tester actually said it.
So I have a tension headache, a not very well dyed pink streak in my hair (I was rushing, surprise surprise), and my probationary driver's license. I'm going to go pick up some Ps from Southland with my mum, then have my first drive as a P-plater. Life is sweet.