Not so good day

Hello everyone...I was just deciding between emailing my parents about how sucky the day has been so far OR blogging about it. But then i decided, I'll just do whatever my mind subconsciously tells me to do..it's enough conflict in my life for today already. Maybe it's because I'm tired on Mondays, always so very tired, or maybe it's because Mondays are just such horrible days to wake up for...that I know it's more than sheer luck that any of my Mondays would be good (despite having a good weekend).

It started off as a rather nice day. The sun was out and shining so darn brightly. It was nice. I missed the sun coz' yesterday was such a gloomy, dreary rainy day.. The only thing that really brightened it yesterday was the fact that I was with Family. That's about it. And ok, ok so the story goes...then I had my driving lesson. You know how sometimes you just always get this sick, inkling feeling that the people that you're mixing around with are chauvnistic bastards...well my driving instructor is just that type of guy.

I think I've complained about it before.

He never gives me sufficient chance to correct my mistakes. He keeps insisting that i'm at an age where I assume that I know alot of things. Too much assumptions for my own good. He just goes rambling on and on about how things should be like this and how things should be like that. How I should be doing things this way and how I shouldn't be doing things that way. How I'm never focused when I'm driving and how my mind is somewhere else. Ok I admit that perhaps it's true sometimes, but I just can't understand why he thinks he knows me so bloody well. to make comments about my work, my friends, about the guy who sends me home from work, about my family back home..yadda yadda. Just today..he said "How i wished i was your father, because if I was, I would slap you. A few slaps and it should mellow you." honestly what the F***. I told him nicely though, just after that I don't appreciate him making comments as such. Because he doesn't know me.

Does my thoughts sound all over the place? Because in all honesty, they really are. I have no idea either why I'm sticking out with him -shrugs- this is so unlike me. I wish my mum was here.

Sighs. class now. Later.