I have never grasped the appeal of cars. In fact, I can’t even tell my Jaguars from my Hondas. The only thing I know? Lamborghinis are cool. I wouldn’t recognize it even if it ran over me in some freak accident though.
Accident. That actually sounds pretty good. I’ll cover it in another post, but here’s what you need to know in 1 line : I failed all the modules I took the previous semester, hence resulting in a dismissal. Unless I appeal. The funny thing? I only took TWO modules, so yeah… bugger.
There I go derailing myself again. Anyway, seems like my mum somehow managed to get 4 results for the upcoming F1 race. Again. There was 1 wasted ticket the other time and this time there’s another spare. I really, really want to ask a friend along, but it seems my mum has gotten someone else to go watch it with us? WTF?
Oh well. The only appeal cars have for me is the speed anyway. Gosh. Don’t you just love it when you’re in one that’s going over 200kmph? That’s just… pure win. Then again, there’s so many other ways to get high. Something safe like bungee jumping. Or whatever.
Also, the only reason I’ll ever get a car? To bring my loved ones around in. Like Annabelle, once my sis feels my driving is safe enough, lawl. That’s all. Probably won’t care much for anything else.
PS. I just wish a god damn car will run over me, then I wouldn’t have to tell my parents I failed both modules I took. But that will never happen because I’m always at home. Oh wait. Going out tomorrow. Wish me luck. God, please spare anyone else I’m with though.
