Buying a car when you can't actually drive is about as much fun as it sounds. Car dealers tend to give you odd looks when you tell them your dad will be conducting the test drive. They also get a gleam in their eye as it becomes obvious that my knowledge of cars is virtually nil. My own mood is not helped by the fact that the salesmen look like they've escaped from the set of Used Cars.
Why are we buying the car before we have licences? Well, we want to learn in an automatic but nobody we know has one they are willing to teach us in. So we're buying our own damn car, then nobody can stop us! Not God, not Kurt Russell, nobody!
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In other news, today I successfully installed a second hard drive in my computer with surprisingly little swearing or wall-punching and not even a hint of electrocution. Pardon me if I show off a little, but this was something of an accomplishment for me, given my general cack-handedness when it comes to technology. Upon prying open the computer case, I was confronted with an array of chips and ribbony things and delicate-looking plugs, none of which promised an easy time. Yet with concentration, hard work, and yes, some swearing, the job got done, and I'm pleased to say the computer has yet to explode.