post #1
04 May 2006, 09:17 UTC#1
I'm in a ton of shit right now.
Okay, so I told my Dad I was going to a rugby game in Lawrence (a town bout 50 kms away) on the team bus, and he said that was cool. But when I dropped my shit off at my grandmas house, I saw her car. So I told her I was just driving up to the buses, which idn't. Then I gave someone else a ride to Lawrence with me. Now this may not sound like much, but I only have my restricted licence, which means I am only allowed to drive by myself.
So anyways, I got there and watched the game and thought I had gotten away with it. then as we were walking back to the car, my dad rang me, and just somehow knew I had taken the car. He gave me the dissapointed talk, then told me we would talk about it when I got home. I'm at my grandfolks right now, so I have to wait till tomorrow for the talk. The oldens dont know I took their car to Lawrence yet.
This is fucking shit. I won't be driving for fucking ages. And it was all my own fucking fault. I don't need anyone telling me that. I know. God, I really don't wanna go home tomorrow. I actually feel sick.
Okay, so I told my Dad I was going to a rugby game in Lawrence (a town bout 50 kms away) on the team bus, and he said that was cool. But when I dropped my shit off at my grandmas house, I saw her car. So I told her I was just driving up to the buses, which idn't. Then I gave someone else a ride to Lawrence with me. Now this may not sound like much, but I only have my restricted licence, which means I am only allowed to drive by myself.
So anyways, I got there and watched the game and thought I had gotten away with it. then as we were walking back to the car, my dad rang me, and just somehow knew I had taken the car. He gave me the dissapointed talk, then told me we would talk about it when I got home. I'm at my grandfolks right now, so I have to wait till tomorrow for the talk. The oldens dont know I took their car to Lawrence yet.
This is fucking shit. I won't be driving for fucking ages. And it was all my own fucking fault. I don't need anyone telling me that. I know. God, I really don't wanna go home tomorrow. I actually feel sick.
