The Simulator
To all the dear dear people that I love (And even to those that I despise.):
I started with my driving lessons today. They thought it would be a
great idea if I started on simulated lessons first, before going into a
real car. Which, alot of people might find stupid, but I thought it was a fantastic idea. It felt like an arcade game sans the coin slot. So, it was pretty cool. Except that it was fantastically hot, because of all the LCD screens.
But anyway, everything was all going well. They started me with wheel control. And I passed that on the second try. And then I did the gear change thing… I don’t think I passed that at all. I kept switching from 1st to 2nd without the clutch. My simulated dad would be so ashamed of me. But inspite of all that, everything was going well…
Until they made me do the brake test. And I hit the simulated donkey. Full on.
Poor little thing. And no matter how sorry I am, there’s no way I can simulatedly resuscitate the simulated donkey back to it’s simulated old self. Simulated PETA would be hopping mad. I should be simulatedly arrested and be simulatedly put to trial afterwards, I should serve some simulated jail time and be asked to post a ridiculous simulated amount of money for simulatedly killing that poor simulated donkey.
Yes, that’s what should happen. And they should also put in a simulated blog where I could write all the things that I’ve simulatedly gone through and I could possibly have my simulated friends comment and tell me… "Awww… Don’t worry. It’s just your first time. You’ll get through this, I’m sure."
HINT!!!
Simulatedly yours,
D.