Because I'd rather be there.
And yes, I failed the road test. And the worst part is it wasn't my fault! At least I don't think it was. I was driving nearly perfectly. Some idiot motorbike rider fukced up everything now I have to spend another week here!
Sure it's nice to spend some time with grandparents. But I need people to talk to. And malls to walk about doing nothing. And I need to jam. And I need Lamb of God's new album. And I need to find out if my dogs are ok. Dammit.
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