it takes a really patient person to wait...definitely not me!

if there's one thing i am very bad at, it's gotta be waiting. for anything--queue lines, ordered food in restaurants, someone to pick me up from anywhere. it just irks me when i have to waith for more than 30 minutes. i cant stand doing nothing for 30 minutes and sit still,wasting my time. it's not that i dont usually waste my time, in fact, ithink i'm the best time waster in the world, but i waste my time by actually DOING something. it's just that when that 'something' isn't really beneficial do we call it 'time-wasting'. this morning, for example, i went for my driving practice as early as 8.00 am and we finished around 9.45 after doing the hills and reverse parkings. first off, i was annoyed enough with the driving school car cz it's not brand new like most of the others are using, and i actually had to share it with 2 other girls under the same instructor. how come he only owns ONE bloody car for the 3 of us? lucky we dont have to share it with a few others. that car is just a pain in the ass. the bloody handbreak is so heavy and hard to lift that we had to use BOTH hands to pull it when climbing the hill, which means letting go off the steering wheel, WHICH,as u should have known yourself, is really dangerous while driving. and my left arm's muscles and fingers are still aching now. really, it pissed me off already but sharing the car was actually fun coz we lauged most of the time over our mistakes and even OTHER people's mistakes and luckily, that took my bad mood away. but when the practice was over, i got cranky again for having to wait for another approx. 3 hours for my dad to come and pick me up. mum's working, and dad was at the hospital for the usuals. so there was nothing i could do but to wait. and sulk. ughh. the loooong painful wait. i've always hated this situation. and at times like this would i find myself wishing we had a driver, or thinking how it would have been nicer if only i had an older brother to come and pick me up. u wouldnt be;ievethis, but i even considered having an elder boyfriend (note : when the word 'boyfriend' is mentioned, the image of my ex still pops to mind,just as always,like when he was still my bf. i mean, who else would i think about?) who drives to come and pick me up in his ravishing car and cute hair & shorts. *dreamy* *drool* again, i fantasized when i couldnt get something. so, back to wait. to add to the worseness of the situation, my 'brilliant' self had to choose this very day to fast, and so by 10 am, i was totally dehydrated and hungry like a just-awoke-from-hibernating polar bear. plus, that made me very sleepy.oh, how i wished there was abed n pillows for me to lie on! then, i suddenly thought of the little surau behind the driving school's canteen. lucky me, there was nobody there. i opened the door and slept with my arm throbbing and eyes itching. i woke up exactly at 12 and called my dad to see if he's arrived. he did. that was the worse and pitiful waiting scene for me. i felt real sorry for myself and wished i would never have to wait again all my life. even for love, even for my life partner. I JUST HATE WAITING!!!!