I failed my driver's test last Thursday, awesome, right? Not the permit, the actual driving part. I freaked and hit a cone. It ends up I went on the wrong day, so an hour from now I will be going again. I'm pretty nervous. I don't know why I get so worked up about these things. I mean I have to pass one day. It's not even me being embarassed or anything, because I'm not. It's actually kindof funny that I failed. I just really want it to be out of the way. I need to trust in God, put it all on the line for Him, but can I? I don't like looking ahead to towards things when I know their coming. It's basically like a tidal wave to me. It's hovering above me, I know it's coming and I have to choose. Either ride the wave, or drown underneath of it. I hope I don't get knocked out. If I do, wake me up?
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