It all started off with a headache when I was abruptly woken up by my sister as she barged into my room to get me to send her to work. -_- And with that face I walked down to the carpark to drive the car to the front of the house, and lo and behold, the humongous rubbish truck was in front of me, driving in the opposite direction. So being the smaller (thus intimidated) vehicle, I drove to the side to let the big giant pass. And suddenly *friction*. With my almost non existent parking skills, I have thus managed to scratch the car for the FIRST time. -_- Against the brick wall. And the stupid rubbish men in their yellow neon shirts just went "uh ohhhhhhhh". How nice of them.

I'm expecting a lecture from my dad soon, but I don't mind not being able to drive. :P Cos I'd rather be driven any day! Heehee. Though, I was a bit upset about the scratch cos it was totally avoidable. BLEHHHHH. But as someone told me "Lucky this time the scratch is on the car and not on your face!!" :P