DMV Blues

Second time's the charm. At least it is as far as my drive test goes. The second time I've taken it and the first time I've passed. Huzzah. The first time I took the test I was woefully lacking in practice and very uncomfortable operating a vehicle. I focused so much on not bumping the car as I exited the parking lot that I did not spot the pedestrian on the sidewalk and . . . so much blood . . .

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That is, I gave the pedestrian a scare, but came nowhere near actually hitting them. Of course, I mentioned this to my mom when we discussed why I had bombed the test. In her repetition of the story she exaggerated the details until she was saying that I had barely missed running down a little old lady with a walker. My vague memories of that tragic drive test seem to tell me that the person was young, upright, and probably Hispanic. Possibly female.

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Right now I have my temporary license and my nice shiny one is coming in the mail. But I have no car. Or anywhere to go. Which isn't much fun. I want to drive somewhere all by my lonesome at least once before I head back to college and carelessness. My dad might let me have the car Friday, when he isn't working. My mom won't let me anywhere near the driver's seat of her van. In fact, she wouldn't get in the car if I were driving. We seem to have some trust issues.

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I suppose while I'm here I might as well talk about my roommate issues. Actually, I just lost the will to type, so I'm going to go color on photoshop. Ah, but first I must add another picture to this post. I already put it up on DeviantART, but I forgot I don't have it up here. Meet Trevor.

This is the beginning of the story of Trevor, the needy robot. I didn't put too much effort into the art this time, but look for improvement as time goes on.

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This was inspired by a true story, told to me by my brother. Somewhere scientists created an actual hugging robot. A lone female scientist was working late one night and when she tried to leave, the robot stood in front of the door and every time she got near it, it would hug her.

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So, trapped inside the lab, the scientist had to call one of her co-workers to come and turn the robot off. The switch was on its back, out of her reach. The robot had never done this to anyone else, just her.

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She doesn't work in the lab alone anymore.