VROOM! VRRROOOOM! SCREECH! CRASH! Yes my friends, those are the sounds of me driving! One of the many perks of turning 15 is getting a permit, and boy am I getting one! It's everyone kids dream to one day ride to school in a red convertible with their boyfriend and/or girlfriend (and I say and/or beacause there are some weird kids these days at school, and I wouldn't be suprised if they had a boyfriend and a girlfriend... *shudder*) in the passenger seat, as you shake your long blonde hair in the wind while  the whole school stares at you enviously. AH... if only. That dream wouldn't work for me because a) I'm driving a green something-or-other car, not red, and definatally not a convertable, b) I don't have a boyfriend at the moment  (or a girlfriend thankfully), c) our school is too big to all be watching one person drive up to the school- there'd definatally be some trampiling going on and d) I don't think anyone has ever stared at me enviously. But the good news is, I have blonde hair, so I could still partially pull of the red convertable dream. (With a green something-or-other car... and I'd have to stick my head out the window to let it blow in the wind, which would cause some major accidents...) Getting my permit means slave work to my mom. She plans on making me go to Wal Mart to "pick up the milk I forgot to get" or to go to Khol's to "get that shirt I've been dying to have". Oh well- she's paying gas.