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◀ Tuesday, March 11, 2008

bloody hell. life DID get worse within the last few hours. i should have taken the incident of the bus driving at high speed past me therefore drenching me with dirty rain water, as a sign. i should have turned back and returned home, only to sleep the rest of the already-horrible day away but noooo, i had to go for my freaking pay-50-bucks-and-i-will-hurl-insults-at-you-every-3-seconds driving lesson. i'm sorry but i don't think you know how hellish the lesson was D: hellish doesn't even begin to describe it, a'cuz after 10 minutes of driving, i already felt like swerving the car into a tree (or something! anything!) and walking away (me, unharmed, of course) from the instructor (him, i dunno) and the fucking car. um, excuse me, i think i can drive much better without you criticizing my lack-of skills every chance you get! i swear, to him, every single thing i did was wrong. "this is such a wide turn!", "move closer to the left!", "don't run the light" (I WASN'T FUCKING GOING TO RUN THE LIGHT! - i wanted to scream that), "remember about the bus lanes" (he said this like a gazillion number of times, i swear), "don't look at the pedestrians. concentrate on the road!" (WELL I'M LOOKING AT THEM A'CUZ I'M TRYING NOT TO HIT THEM!?!?!!! SRSLY?). the worst one was "what you just did was immediate failure". LIKE THAT THEN CAN FORGET ABOUT DRIVING ALREADY WHAT RIGHT. I WANTED TO STOP THE CAR, PUT THE GEAR TO PARK, APPLY THE HANDBRAKE, GET OUT, AND WALK TO THE NEAREST BUS STOP, EVERY SINGLE TIME HE SAID THAT. WHICH WAS ABOUT 4. yes i do realize that he needed to correct my mistakes but i'm really pissy right now so just let me bitch about it.

ugh. i pretty much want to fucking die now. i should have said something about 'mensurating therefore don't pull my trigger'. dammit. and just so you know, if i wanted to be insulted (i'm not saying i want to be. who does?), i'd have just stayed at home and let my brother throw hurting (only nt rly, more like lame and retarded) one-liners at me all day. and i save 50 bucks. laughing at his attempts to bruise my ego at the same time. he's entertaining, at least. whereas that instructor is just plain mean. he think what, he driving instructor big shot ah. anyhow mentally torture 18-year old kids. ON THE FRIGGIN' ROAD.