Life just throws these funny little twists and turns at ya. Around 5:30 pm, I found a notice delivered to my house, explaining that I will have to wait another 8 months before I can carry people in my car. It's official.
5:35, dad gets pissed at me for not studying, then rants on that he's worried because I'm the only one in the family that's goin to a community college. Lah-dee-friggin dah.
From about 6:00 to 7:30, I was in a completely sullen mood and figured that I might as well just go knee myself in the nads (won't hurt as much). Then, from
7:32 to 7:37, I realized that nothing was going to change, and I had no power in the situation. From there I went from angery to depressed.
But then, at 7:40, I had a revelation: what I was doing was pure bitching. Not ranting, ranting has a purpose, which is to vent and release emotional tension. Bitching is just talking to hear oneself talk. I asked myself "Whattabout your friends who don't have a car? They gotta walk in the friggin cold, and you're sad because now no one can here you whinin?" At that point, I bitchslapped whoever was talking in my head mentally, which gave me kinda a headache. However, el disembodied voice did have a point, that as long as I'm simply bitching, I'm doin what I hate to hear from other people (not naming a certain friend... WHITEY!). However, I was still a little miffed that I was unable to do anything about the current situation. So I read this [link]
. That pretty much made my entire evening happy. Thank you Mac Hall.
So that's me talking. Don't pay no mind. Oh, and only one more final tommorow (trig! Whoopdy-fuggin-do!)