Winning

So I passed my test, good times.
Headed out, was a bit busier than I was expecting, did a turn in the road, reverse around corner and emergency stop, went back, said it was a good drive, happy days.
I really am so god damn happy I've got my licence now. When I was in the waiting room for the first test I suddenly got absurdly nervous, the only time I ever remember being anywhere near that nervous was back in the lower years of primary school when I was doing my first school play, doing the typical "I don't want to go out, bawwww!" routine. I was that apprehensive purely because getting my licence is the only thing I think I've ever actually cared about, in my entire life.
Of course there's been other stuff I've wanted, winning competitions, tournaments and games, doing well in various pursuits, but of all those things it wouldn't have really made a massive difference if I'd failed or not got the result I wanted. Getting my licence and driving, it's all I've ever really given a damn about, other stuff comes and goes and I've never really been tied down to anything, but driving is everything to me.
Man, I'm starting to sound like Takumi.
Anyway, I've got my licence and now just need my car. I've got a few lined up to look at and have been in contact with people, so it's only a matter of time now.

Got the next MCM on Saturday. I had no interest in going until I met up with Jess and that lot in London and they gave me a new reason. Neil's coming down from Liverpool tomorrow, and Haku'll be coming back to mine from MCM, so the usual good time gaming and hanging out will be had, especially as I have a free house for the next four days.
I was put off MCM because of all the absurdly childish faggotory from all the hyperactive 14 to 17 year olds, but I guess there's a lot of good to it too, and for the most part it's what you make of it with the people you're with, so I'll just try my best to persevere that bullshit.