Striked Out

I think I'm meteorological. In a way, rain makes me sad. Maybe I'm just having one of those days when I want everyone to just leave me alone.

For clarification purposes, I'm 19 years of age. I shouldn't have a bedtime. If I want to stay up till 3 in the morning reading books in my well lit room, I should be allowed to.

I should probably start with last night, or rather early this morning. Since this is a flashback, try imagining the screen fogging up or breaking out into a ripple effect.

Strike 1 - In the wee hours of the morning, my Mother did not have to come in and pick a fight with me over something as trivial as staying up too late. My class started at 8am today and if she was so afraid my Dad would be late she should just tell me to go to school on my own, but no, she couldn't give up the opportunity to continue the less than civil conversation we had earlier on.

Strike 2 - My bag was uselessly heavy. Why? Well, humans don't work well under urgency and unfortunately, I'm human. While being rushed by my Mother earlier on, I grabbed "Career Communications" and "Mobile Communications". Two books. Two subjects. None of which I had today.

Strike 3 - I found out my driving's at 6pm and not 4pm. I got my dates mixed up. I was supposed to have a lesson on the 10th but I thought it was today. So basically I just threw away $36. Thinking my driving's at 4pm, I arranged to be at ESPN at 2pm, and to meet my friends at 6pm. I thought I could fit my schedule in such a way that I would not have to sit around and wait. Plus, I was hoping to avoid my parents until tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, destiny is cruel. By the time I got back home from ESPN, I really did take my time, it was only 4.30pm. Yes, I had to sit around and do nothing except trying to avoid my Mother's icy glare. I couldn't meet my friends for dinner because now I had driving. By the time I finished with the lesson it was already 7.30pm and I was just too exhausted to meet them. I would have had to take the train all the way to Bishan. I feel really bad for dumping R, Ben and whoever else who went, but I just couldn't muster the energy needed to laugh, joke and be normal when I had such a bad day played out in front of me. Guys, if it's any consolation, my day really sucked.

Usually, you strike out at 3, but my tension needs to be released somehow and I don't feel like calling up my friends and telling them how screwed my day went. It's bad enough reliving it here.

Strike 4 - Once again, WQ didn't know how to shut up when she's supposed to. Like I said before she's a good friend and maybe the whole Rainy Day / Quarrelling with my Mother / Bringing ALL the Wrong Books / Screwing my Schedule thing just got to me but she is so annoying when she adds lip. We were at McDonald's finishing breakfast, just talking. Normal random everyday discussions. WQ doesn't contradict anyone else but me. She's always insisting that I'm wrong, but if Jordan or anyone else takes my side, she'll automatically come over. Is she trying to get punched? So today when things got really intense, I just shut my trap and stopped looking at her, because if I didn't I would have started yelling at her. WQ should learn not to push her luck too far. I've been holding myself back because I consider her a friend. I'm usually quite mean, but go on, continue stepping on my tail, I'll turn from Bitch to Crazy Fucked Up Bitch who just met her Boyfriend's other Girlfriend.

Although my day was about 90% screwed, after keying in the amount of hours I've logged, I'm pretty proud of myself. All I will say is I'm going to have to try really hard not to spend my next pay cheque all at once.