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| Another speeding ticket... |
| 12.27.05 (4:26 pm) [edit] |
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I decided I wanted to go to San Francisco for a drawing field trip, and what better place to practice drawing pagodas in perspective than the Japanese tea garden? So we drive. Getting one speeding ticket makes one learn their lesson so I was all along checking my speed, and going with the flow of traffic. At this point it has started to rain. We get 22 miles away from San Francisco, and a cop pulls me over for going 85 miles per hour. I know I wasn't doing 85. I have been unfairly accused. But he did "give me a break" and say I was only going 75. So at that point I don't feel like going to San Francisco anymore. I drive us back to San Jose. I cry on the way home. I talk to my dad. He wants to lecture me about driving. I start crying again. Jeremy and I go to Rasputin Records on some gift cards. Then we go to an Italian place for lunch. After lunch my mom calls me and she is so my mother. Spoken very shortly, this is how the conversation started: "Where are you?" "Why did you go to San Francisco?" "Was it raining?" "How are you going to pay for this ticket?" And she proceeded to say that she didn't believe that I was going with the flow of traffic, that I probably was going 85 mph, my car was profiled because of the rock stickers and the fact that it's beat up (from where I was rear-ended), she will not support me, and I need to be more responsible. When I start yelling and getting so mad I am crying again, she tells me I need to be more mature and, "Won't talk to me when I'm like that" (I never wanted to talk to her to begin with). I give her to my whitness, Jeremy (who of course will be in Kentucky during my court date), she bitches at him for not being able to be there and how immature I am and how I need to act my age. God I hate my mom so much. Usually when I'm depressed, I go shopping. Earlier I thought, "Well, I did just have Christmas, so that's not necessary." Now I'm so pissed I just might. I hope the cop gets shot by someone else he wrongfully pulls over. I hope my mom wrongfully gets pulled over. Tonight, I am going to get very drunk. The only reason I'm not now is because I have to be at work in less than 3 hours. I am so glad Jeremy is here, and was there for that matter. I love him so much. I love Bonnie so much too. I wonder if the counselors are back yet or if I have to wait until after New Year's. Current Mood:   Depressed and Angry
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