the day from hell
alright. today sucked fat juicy sweaty ass. school was ehish but it wasnt the most horrible thing. i was having a bad couple hours and when brandon walked me to 6th period i was saying things like 'i have a feeling i wont pass my behind the wheel' and 'why even bother going to prom. its just a waste of money like you said.' so i slept the whole period and woke up feeling a bit better. my mom called me out of 7th so i could go to the dmv in turlock, and we got there and all was fine. up til i realized i dont know how to parallel park because the drivers training people never showed me how. i started feeling bad about everything. i knew i wouldnt pass. okay so its my turn to go and first of all, my appointment was supposed to be with a certain person, and some other guy comes up to me and introduces himself and says 'okay read for the test? good. blah blah blah blah blah.' i get in the car, and of course being the dumbass that i am, i was nervous and when he was checking the lights and said 'left blinker please' i hit the right blinker. -_- great goin moron. so then everything else was fine. i calmed down quite a bit and just tried to do exactly what the guy said. the test is almost done and ive done everything perfect. all the sudden we pull up to a stop sign and he wanted me to make a left turn crossing traffic with two lanes going each direction. no big deal, i got this one.. or so i thought i did. there was a bunch of traffic so i waited patiently to make sure both ways were nice and clear, and there was a van coming but she was slow and far away. i start to make my turn, and the van is approaching, but instead of being normal and just go-with-the-flow, this old woman decides to be a total bitch and honk her horn simply because im looking the other way for a SECOND to make sure the coast is clear. afterall, i dont want to get in an accident, and its a good habbit to look both ways, right? APPARENTLY NOT. so the bitch honks at me and i have no idea what i did wrong, and the fatass instructor starts literally yelling at me while im trying to finish my turn and keep calm. alright number one, if hes going to tell me what i did wrong he should tell me to pull over to the side of the road and then explain. number two, there is NO REASON to yell and scare the FUCK out of the person driving while shes still on the road!! hes a driving instructor, what the fuck man! so then as im driving still because he didnt tell me to pull over, he keeps bitching at me and im sitting there trying my hardest to just focus on being safe while having tears in my eyes about to start bawling. we get to the dmv and i park. he tells me that when im making turns like the one he bitched at me for, i go too slow. alright SOOO-RRY if im being cautious, but if i wasnt i could have just not cared and let your fat ass get hit by the oncoming car. how would ya like that? and then tells me that when we first left the parking lot i did the same thing. *head explodes* THEN WHY THE FUCKING FUCK DIDNT YOU JUST FAIL ME THE FIRST TIME SO I WOULD KNOW I DID SOMETHING WRONG?! come on now!! then he decides to tell me that i did everything else just fine, and to schedule an appointment in two weeks. KISS MY GOD DAMNED ASS BUDDY AND GET OUT OF MY FUCKIN CAR. *folds hands*
so i make my way back to my parents crying. how is being cautious a 'dangerous manuever' and a critical error? anyway, i decided i wanted nothing to do with driving so tony drove us home. i went and picked brandon up and we came back to my house. later on, i was 'laying'on my stomach on the couch with my legs dangling off the side, and brandon had his arm over my back so tony decides to start yelling at us because he says thats inappropriate. i cant even put into words how fucking sick of all his bullshit i am. whatever. brandon and i and his dad and uncle go to chilis and all is good. that is, up until that stupid piece of shit driving instructor shows up and sits at the table directly in front of ours so that we're facing eachother. i dont think he recognized me.. but how odd is that? i could not believe it. we left, and his dad dropped me off at home. when i get into the house, im welcomed by the parents fighting again saying stuff to eachother about 'im getting sick of this shit, and right now im just thinking about packing up and leaving!'. today has truly been amazing. -_-.
so i make my way back to my parents crying. how is being cautious a 'dangerous manuever' and a critical error? anyway, i decided i wanted nothing to do with driving so tony drove us home. i went and picked brandon up and we came back to my house. later on, i was 'laying'on my stomach on the couch with my legs dangling off the side, and brandon had his arm over my back so tony decides to start yelling at us because he says thats inappropriate. i cant even put into words how fucking sick of all his bullshit i am. whatever. brandon and i and his dad and uncle go to chilis and all is good. that is, up until that stupid piece of shit driving instructor shows up and sits at the table directly in front of ours so that we're facing eachother. i dont think he recognized me.. but how odd is that? i could not believe it. we left, and his dad dropped me off at home. when i get into the house, im welcomed by the parents fighting again saying stuff to eachother about 'im getting sick of this shit, and right now im just thinking about packing up and leaving!'. today has truly been amazing. -_-.