I fucking hate all this bullshit I have to go through with this driving thing. Do you know how much I DON'T care about driving? The DMV itself is much too much effort. I don't want to wait in a fucking like just to be told I need a physical. I JUST found the form I need, but if I have to fucking take the permit test AGAIN because of this, I'm just telling them all to go fuck themselves.

I. Don't. Care. About. DRIVING! >:O I can do it just fine, but I just don't give a flying fuck. I don't need to drive. There's a SEPTA stop on my block, AND with my friends? I am a crucial part of any and all planning, or nothing fucking HAPPENS. So. This means? They'll drive me. Or you know, come to my HOUSE since I'm the mid-way point for the lot of us.

So, fuck you, DMV. Fuck you, cars. Just fuck you, PennDOT in general. What with you and all your fucking POTHOLES right in front of your DAMNED BUILDING! God, what a useless bunch of fuckers.

Also, I was writing before my mom started bothering me with this fucking bullshit. Yup, don't feel like writing anymore. I've gotten to detective-y parts of the this fic, and really? I don't feel like writing anymore, and I blame the mama for this.

Oh AND the physical form? Won't print right. Motherfucking PDFs, how I hate them with a burning passion of a thousand suns. And the mama brought up getting a job. LIKE THIS WHOLE DRIVING THING ISN'T STRESSFUL ENOUGH. Then there's this Temple stuff, which I'm a bit less lost on but still. At least mom quit with the trying to make me live AT Temple.

Yeah, she wanted me to get a dorm. This late? Is she fucking kidding me? There's no fucking way, and seriously? I would kill a dorm mate. They'd find their body in a ditch, and I wouldn't go to jail because it's Philly, and terrible shit happens in the area surrounding the campus. So there.

*breaths* Man, give me a rage ring. Oh wait, I have plenty. Cool. Death to everything. *falls over from all the screaming and cursing she just did*

EDIT: I figured I need a new RAGE/ANGER icon that wasn't quite so Tiny Titans adorable. So have ANGRY RED ROBIN JASON RAGE! >:D

I had some frozen perogies (shhh, Bek would disapprove of this), and now I am having double stuffed oreos. Yum. And I drove on the way back from the grocery store to appease the mama. She says I can call the driving guy at any time. Oh, some guy came outta nowhere though. Argh, I didn't even see him. It was a light, and I had right of way. Hell, whoever that was must have went through red light! Whatever.

I haven't eaten a real oreo that wasn't a mini or in ice cream for ages! Now, to the age old debate: how do you eat your oreo? I havta twist it open, lick both sides, then NOM! I don't like milk, so meh. XD You guys?

Gah. Okay, so I drove home halfway Montgomeryville. That's a twenty minute drive one real roads, man. I'm trying to learn to drive, and I think I'm ready to go to the driving teacher person.

....and NOW Septa might have a strike this week. Oh god. This is TERRIBLE. I can't deal with that on top of school stresses! ;-;! Don't strike, Septa. And really, striking this week will get people very angry. Isn't the World Series IN Philly this week...? The city will burn. And I'm not going anywhere near it. >>;;

EDIT: OH GOD, NANO'S IN A WEEK!! OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA FAIL SO HARD. >_<;; ...and getting period symptoms (unless they're just psychosomatic) without the bleeding. BLEED, VAGINA, BLEED! >>;; Sorry. Yeah. *ducks away*

EDIT 2: Okay, so I got my schedule straightened out, though I do not like waking up on a Friday, but it's Italian, so I will deal (and it could get canceled anyway, >>;; ).

EDIT 3: I'm a fucking idiot. Nevermind. ;-;

There were bugs in my panko bread crumbs. ;-; A bunch of the food had bugs, and now I'm all upset and gah. That's the last time I help cook. No more. *goes and curls up under a blanket*

...and I had to drive today. That went well enough, but meh. Happy times went awaaaaay. ;-;

I. Hate. Fucking. Driving.

No, really. I can't seem to give a fuck and I get terribly bored. My attention is not made for this shit. Forcing me to drive does not help. ...okay, I wasn't forced, but bitching until I cave so she'll stop bothering me is about the same thing! *fumes*

So, I woke up around 8ish because I had to go to the bathroom. Mommy had already cleared out by then, at least I thought so. It was toss my contacts night, so I was rather blind then plopped back into my bed for more sleep, but I hear the front door open. I hear mommy get the phone, but I didn't hear what she said.

Then I look outside, see the blue blur that's the car and the orange blur that is mommy (that stupid camp makes her where the most hideous shirts). She tells me the car won't start, and that she called my aunt to bring her to work.

Before she left, she told me it wasn't my fault, which I hadn't even thought of. See, I was one of the last people to use the car since we had practiced driving for almost an hour in the nearby high school parking lot and the state hospital's roads. Thanks, mommy. Not that I think it's my fault. This is reeeeeally weird. The car is maybe 2 1/2 years old, at most. What the hell.