Love. Hate.

There is this really weird love-hate thing going on between my mum and me. Sometimes we get along like best friends, and on other times, the things she does to me will DRIVE - ME - NUTS.

My driving instructor Vicki called earlier this evening to tell me that she couldn't get a driving test date for me till the 1st of July, which sucks because I hoped to get a licence before I went home this winter. I felt really really blah about it, but I had no other choice but to schedule it for August (At the rate Vicki's car was breaking down, I eventually figured August would be a better option anyway -_-).

To cut the long story short, when I told my mum that I wasn't able to do the practical test this June, she went on this whole storytelling session about me being so last minute (AS USUAL) and that if I had booked a date earlier, this wouldn't have happened to me yada yada yada yada... that I have never changed, and I had confirmed her hunch that I wouldn't be able to get my licence this June, for some reason or another. And there went her "theory of association" - associating a particular event with something from the past. Pissed OFF -_-

Like, what the hell? I am suddenly blamed for something which was out of my control. How was I to know that everyone wanted to do their tests at the same time? Besides, I got my exam timetable just 3 weeks ago, so even if I wanted to book a date much much earlier, I couldn't have, could I?

I really had half a mind to cancel my flight back home this winter after that whole episode. If you are that bent on me getting that licence, FINE. I shall STAY here for one month and get it for you to see.

Give me a break, will you? Just give me a *!$#@%# break.

And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs,
WHAT'S GOING ON?

Four Non Blondes - What's Up.