Rituals

Recently I have been partaking in certain teenage rituals, such as learning to drive a car. While I might still be the annoying backseat driver, I'm certainly learning a few things from Lauren's dad as he teaches her to drive.

And get this: she's really good. After half an hour on Saturday she could drive the automatic up and down the street and park it, and after an hour today she could drive the manual without stalling, change gear, and even manage something vaguely resembling a parking maneouvre =D. She hasn't even bunny-hopped yet. Not ONCE! She even managed to be so good and learn so quickly that she's thoroughly discouraged me from wanting to learn to drive, which is a good thing because then I won't be dead in a year's time. She just learns so quickly and effortlessly that I know I won't be able to match her, and that puts me off driving.

But I have never been more proud of her than I was this evening. She is incredible in every way, and I am utterly confused as to why someone so perfect should want to go out with a stupid, retarded idiot like me. I guess it's because she's so self-conscious and modest that she refuses to admit that she's perfect and therefore way out of my league.

But she is. She can drive really well, she's an awesome girlfriend in every way and I bet all the money I have that she'll get a better report than me come tomorrow.

She really is amazing. Her only flaw is her boyfriend.