Here I am...

I'm sitting in the library writing this cause I've got 2 hours to kill before I get a bus then a train to the dentist. sigh.

So I failed the driving test. It was this morning, bright and early. The lesson before hand went excellently but then i messed up the parallel park. Even if I hadn't he would have failed me for undue hesitation. Apparantly there were 4 opportunities for me to pull out onto this really busy road. There wasnt't, otherwise I would have gone! £100 down the drain. I've been driving for a year now, cause my instructor is literally leaching me. I'm going to try and pass whilst at uni, but if my friend (a year older and hasn't started learning yet) passes before me I'm going to kill someone. Oh well, and it means a lot that I said that because I was crying so much earlier. Bad day. You know when you wake up and you just know it isn't going to go well? It was one of those days! I woke up at 3 and only got to sleep again about 6; my alarm didn't go off so I woke up half and hour late and was rushing around like crazy and, to top it off, I dropped Brother's history book on my foot whilst trying to get into the washing basket. Oh well. Oh well.

I've just realised that this time next week I'll be in the car on the way to the future. Scary thought. The pile of my going-away-stuff keeps getting bigger and bigger but the confidence bubble in my head is getting smaller and smaller. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

I've still got an hour and a half to kill before I get the bus, and only thirty minutes left on this computer and all I want to do is go home, plop myself infront of youtube and eat junk food (not fasting today cause the dentist is going to stick his hands down my throat later). Sigh.

Apologises for the sighing. The doctor said it might be PMS. Brother just thinks I'm an arrogant jerk.