Holy Shit! I flew

On October 14, the morning after Friday the 13th, I went flying in a little four seater plane, with less room than a car. Holy shit, it was such an amazing experience. And I just didn't go flying, I flew. I was the one who controled the plane off the ground; I flew it around the city; and I landed the plane. It really tripped-out my flight instructor, because it never crossed my mind that I would be unable to fly the plane. I new I could. Oh ya, and before the flight I was pulled over because aparently my car registration was expired, however, I doubt I'll get any leaway from the judge because I called the cop an ass three times. But he deserved it, he was an ass. I'm sorry, let me correct; he is an ass. Anyways flying was an amazing experience and I'm so excited to go again and fly again -- it's addicting. Also, I went to the Pittsburgh Steelers game tonight. They defeated the Chiefs 45-7. Hell ya. But even better, I'm starting to be a pilot. That's always been a dream. I'm no longer a psudo-pilot. I'm the real deal, or a quasi-pilot. But at least that's a pilot.