Started out at 3am when I gave up editing my essay because of tiredness and wanted to sleep. And did I get a good sleep? Nooooo.... I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, eyes sealed shut from tiredness, but my brain was racing about things in the coming 2 weeks. My head then starts to heat up as if I'm about to spit fire and my body is too bloody tired to get out of bed to take a shower. Finally, somehow, I got tired enough and fell asleep around 4am I think.
Later at 10am, my mom comes back to find the door latched and has to wake me up by calling me. So, yeah, this was my fault but she couldn't just call and tell me to open the door when I answered the phone. Nooooo.... Well I rejected the 1st call and I picked up the 2nd one. It was 10am in the morning and it didn't click in my mind that she couldn't get in. Pick up the 2nd call to find no one on the other end, and here I am getting pissed off that she didn't lock her phone and it's going off while she's walking (happened before so don't think it's impossible). 3rd call comes in and I'm greeted by a loud shout through the window and through the phone at the same time. Talk about a wake up call. Trudged out of bed, un-latched the door and went back to bed angry, and fell back to sleep.
My alarm then goes off about 2 hours later, yelling out to remind me that I had to get my butt to BBDC to practice my driving. Either I go or I waste my money, so I went and I think I shouldn't have. If the instructor almost having an accident with the bus wasn't enough of a bad sign, I don't know what was. The road conditions seemed to be crap today. Decisions had to be made and it seemed like almost every one I made was a bad one. That or it was people, on legs or vehicles, that wanted to get injured or killed by me. Maybe they were testing my patience, maybe testing my reaction time. I mean if it's your right of way, bloody cross the road, don't do the hokey pokey (put ur right foot in, put ur right foot out...) at the curb. If you're crossing you're grandfather's road can you do it a little faster unless you're old and have osteoporosis? What I really want to know is why some cyclist can't just ride on the pavement? Hello... it's not exactly the safest road to ride on with the L plates running about. Another thing is if u insist on cycling on the bloody road, stick to the fuckin side and not go zig-zagging in the middle of it. If you're riding a motorbike, can you please look who is behind you before you just decide to wobble off and brake suddenly to do a u-turn in the middle of the road? It's good I'm just learning or I'd wind the window down and flipped you the bird.
Best part of the whole lesson was driving back to school like a mad woman and parking the car to end the lesson. Felt damn good racing back, no competition on the slope up, and just turning in to park like it was my own carpark.
Good news was that psych classes were cancelled and that I had more time to do the damn essay. Seemed like the only good news of the day. Was hoping I could get Amy out but I think the haze deterred her. On my way back, I get a call from MJ. Felt bad talking to him with my disappointed and deflated attitude while he was trying his best to lift my confidence up. It was good hearing him happy with his new toy though. Got back and attended to my fish, which felt rather good, especially when I added the pretty plants into the tanks. Though I still hate that the mollies that just make babies like rabbits. Anyway, just more food for the terrapin then.
Went out with mom to Ikea later and hogged a table for dinner, followed with organising my essay (yeah, back to that shit again) information. What so bad about that? The food. Here I was glad that they had laksa as their local dish of the day. How good it was to find out that there was bloody milk in the dish. If you're stupid enough to think that I didn't know there was coconut milk in it, you probably have a coconut for ur head. The milk didn't take effect immediately, thank goodness, but I doubt I'm going to have a good sleep tonight either.
Breaking point was when a couple came along and they just had the most horrible table etiquette. I don't feel you have to know how to hold your fork and all, but they ate like bloody pigs. One was slurping every mouthful of food/drink and then tried to be posh by dissecting the chicken wing with a fork and spoon. The other just gobbled everything down, and kinda vacuumed the meat off the bones on the chicken wing. Just put the whole thing in the mouth and suck it right off, oil on the lips and fingers. Well at least there was that bit of decency to wash up after. In between they were conversing about the most boring shit ever. I really don't get them, and they didn't even have the courtesy to clear their crap after. Heck! I moved my shit so u can plonk ur butt down, interrupt my work, bore me to death and then u leave ur crap for me to look at. DAMN YOU!
Great!
Just fuckin great!
Just fuckin great!
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