Irritated

I can't BELIEVE my Dad... I mean, he went and ordered 600 sticks of satay, and i'm like WTH?... Then goes and makes me as an excuse for getting a new car he likes, foisting his old car on me... I'd rather have no car than have his car, sure it's new flashy and powerful, but it's like driving a truck after practising for months on a normal car... Not only that, i'm so scared i can't judge it's width properly and end up hitting something... Argh... Haiz... Nvm... IN other news i applied to MDC(the SAF music and drama company) they haven't replied me, and i'm not really keeping my hopes up... Plus my training is almost up, i'm most likely to end up in a stay-in unit, which means, almost zilch socialising from then on... It'll jus be me, my guitar and some screaming seargeants*(*or put some other higher rank here) in my face all the time... (unless the seargeant is gay, then all solicitous socialising would be = me running away real quickly lots). Hmm, friday = put back M113 together day..., and saturday is road marshall day... I hope/pray to God that my application to MDC will at least be replied to, then i'd understand tt it was either my fault, or my chance... Not be left hanging like i am now...