Well after last night's little temper tantrum I'm level headed again.

I ended up polishing off 1L of wine in bed while watching The Office and some documentary on Egypt. I got up around 10am today and hit the streets while the maids cleaned my room.

Just got home and it's nice and clean. Very refreshing and I'm definitely about to hit the tables.

The other weekend I was visiting my friend and we were drunk and both decided we'd get our motorcycle licenses. We made a $20 bet about who would get it first. He's not much of a gambler, and $20 is a pretty good sum. I probably would have gone up to any amount really since I have a big edge due to the fact I don't work, and he has a full-time job, and a girlfriend, that he has to manage his time with. Also the larger the bet, the more likely we'd take a course, and actually get it done. This way we are left to our own slacking devices. This bet is definitely more about the pride than the $ amount.

After I got breakfast today I walked into the DMV (department of motor vehicles). I asked to write the motorcycle knowledge test. I hadn't studied at all and didn't know anything about it. There were 40 questions, and I had to get 32 right to pass.

I ended up getting 32 out of 36, and the test stopped. Ship the learner's! Hahaha, this test was the biggest joke. I think I got every motorcycle specific question wrong. Counter-steering, bike shudder, wtf?!?!?! But the majority of the test was made up of general road signs, and common sense driving stuff, that anyone who's been driving for a while could easily pass. If I failed I was going to ask for the handbook which I think would have been pretty funny.

So now I have to buy a bike. The plan is to just go out there and learn on my own. Technically I'm supposed to have an instructor (someone over 19, with a motorcycle license) with me at all times, but I don't have any friends with bikes, so that's not going to happen. I'm just gonna cruise the streets by myself and hope to evade the coppers. The problem will be when I do my road test, because my "instructor" has to be present for that. When that time comes I'll have to find someone.

That's her for now. By the way my mom is not happy about this current choice. I told her it's either this or go back to Afghanistan, so she's settled on the bike license. Not that she really has any say.

adios