9:17 a.m.

It seems rather pointless to post that I'm going to England...but I figure I should.

YES! I AM GOING TO ENGLAND! SUCK ON THAT, TERRORISTS!

Anyway, my plane leaves in...10 hours. Fun. I've packed (for the most part)...it's going to be scary, this is the first time I've been on a plane by myself...well, as in without my family, I'm sure there are other people on the plane with me. Freaky deaky. I don't plan on eating anything on the plane, 'cause plane food is gross like a bath........hopefully I'll sleep.

By the by, I got my G2 which means, to those not living in Ontario, that I can legally drive by myself. How fucked up is that? I can drive! That's seriously messed up, dudes. The guy who tested me gave me this huge long lecture at the end of my exam...you know "You have to observe more and slow down when you make right turns and blablablablablablabla...but I'm going to give you your license anyway 'cause I know you can actually drive but I'm going to make it seem like I'm doing it out of the kindness of my cold- dead- driving-examiner's heart."

So, in conclusion :

England + Driver's License = (as G would say) Acetacular


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