And if you thought so before, you were wrong!

"And so it comes down, and I don't know anything..."

So today...oh, today.

This morning, I woke up and showered, and as usual, I didn't dry my hair. I don't usually do it anymore because the blow-dryer is so immensely damaging to my already split-ends. I pulled half of it up into a playful little side ponytail (NOT in the disgustingly 80's way, I'll show you what I mean some time) and got ready for school. My ride was late. So I texted him, and then called him. When I called him, my conversation was sort of...ehh, violent's too strong of a word...more like...vivid. He showed up, extremely pissed off, and his windshield was not even defrosted. I had NO IDEA how he drove to my house without crashing. And he was very, very angry. APPARENTLY, his mother didn't make his tea according to his fancy. This was my first tip-off to something that I seriously considered later...but I'll get to that. (Edit: Probably in another post.)

So he was angry that his tea was messed up, we were going to be late for school, and the windshield was barely defrosting. We pulled up to a stop sign behind another car, and I guess we were so distracted by the ridiculously special teacup, and my friend...well, he drifted into the Subaru in front of us. We were jarred forward to a horrible sound, and my friend said, "Fuck."
We pulled into the nearest parking lot, and luckily there was no visible damage to either car. It was just like a game of bumper cars. Haha. The downside was that the woman was the AWFULLY bitchy librarian at the district's middle school (she's an awful woman, I NEVER liked her) and she works with my friend's mother (who's car we were driving).

As if this just isn't completely SPECTACULAR already, we get to school, and we're late. Our normal doors are locked, so we had to complete the "walk of shame" around the outside of the school. NOT TO MENTION, IT WAS ONLY 12º OUTSIDE. Fabulous, right? Especially since I didn't blow dry my hair.
IT FROZE. MY HAIR FROZE.
I literally broke my hair. So no, I haven't exactly acted upon my New Year's Resolution yet. I'm gonna try, really. I got some John Freida shampoo for Christmas, along with a (what I assume to be) trés expensive shampoo/product bag I got from my awesome aunt. So I still have hope. For my hair, that is.

The day got wooorrrrsseeee...!

I was scheduled to take my driver's test today. Did I mention that?

I was so incredibly nervous. I watched with pity as a kid from a not-really nearby school completely failed parallel parking. He straight-up jack-knifed the box. And of course, then it was my turn. My dad, who was trying to calm me down beforehand by joking with me, got out, and a severely frizzy woman got in his place. We went through all of the controls, in which I did fine. I backed out of the spot, and U-turned in the parking lot. Aside from being a little too far to the left at first, I was fine. Then it was time to parallel park.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those completely inept girls who absolutely refuse to parallel park. No, my Dad and I had been practicing for weeks. I had finally learned it...but I was only nailing it about 50%-60% of the time. And when I got up to the big orange barrels ("cars")and parking stops ("the curb"), I seemed to be doing everything right...if not a bit hasty. I backed into the box...but I didn't aim for the far corner very well, and sure enough, when I was about 89% into the box, I hit the curb. I recovered well, by pulling forward, and when I put in reverse again, the woman said I used one of my 3 reverses. I hit the curb again. Scootched in a bit more, and hit the curb again. Scuffed my wheels along the edge of the stops, but I was in.

Then she told me to LEAVE the box, and I was too pinched to back up right. I was too far forward to pull out. I was just...stuck. I went to reverse again...and I backed up onto the stop. I just stopped, and the woman (who was kind of mad by now, I have no idea why) gave me instructions on how to exit the box. With some difficulty, I got out. She told me to pull forward into one of the straight parking spots, and I knew I was done for. She said that I was too fast, and "possibly a bit too nervous" and that I could try again in a week's time. I knew that. I just sat there, feeling more and more like a failure.

And I started crying. Like "poor little girl who can't find her mommy in the department store" sniffling and crying. Not sobbing or gasping, just...boo-hoo.

Now again, let we set this straight...I had been practicing a lot. I waited over 2 months past my eligibility to actually take the test. So I thought that I was gonna be all right. Guess not. So I was upset.

I came home, more depressed then ever, and automatically scheduled another test for exactly a week later at another testing center. The NEW date is January 11. Next Friday.
After I got off the phone, I popped an Advil to soothe my pounding head and even worse cramps, and fell asleep. Slept for a few hours, until my sister was in my face, asking me: "Awwwwww, Lexa, what happened?"
She then proceeded to pop a zit on my head (she does that kind of shit) and tell me that I'll do better next time. She was smiling the entire time, feeling only as good as you can feel when you pass YOUR Driver's Test the FIRST time. (Which she did.) But when I continued to sulk for a while, my parents soothed me by saying they both failed their first times. My Dad failed twice, and my mom didn't get hers until she had already given birth to three children.

So although I'm a failure, at least it runs in the family. =)

I'll see all of you later!