[mood| irritated]
[music| "Get Free" - The Vines]

I might have mentioned it briefly in my last entry, but this past weekend I went back home. I had a fantastic time and loved the fact that I was able to see my family. :D

Before I left Tampa to go home, though, my mom sends me an email saying that she recently took my car to the repair shop in order to get it checked out in time for me to drive it around that weekend. Turns out something with my front end tires were shot and the repairs cost a little over $1000. I was upset, fleetingly though, because the money that my parents used to pay for the repairs was supposed to go into my checking account. I'm getting a smaller amount now, but still. It was just the teensiest bit aggravating.

Anyways, while at home I talked to my parents about driving my car up this weekend. They're coming up anyways for parents' day at my university, and I told them that I would get the decal in time. Today, however, my mom sends me an email saying how my dad still needs to install my Sirius satellite radio system, and due to that, they won't be driving my car up this weekend. I respond, knowing that the excuse is total bullshit, with the fact that I could care less about the satellite radio system right now because he can always do that over a break when I'm home. For me, having my car on campus is freedom. As self-efficient as the campus is, any time I need to go off campus, I have to rely on someone to drive me around at their convenience. This, in turn, makes my needs feel like an inconvenience. I don't particularly enjoy feeling that way. Not only that, but I am involved with certain organizations that do things off campus. Again, relying on someone else to drive me around gets to be rather tedious after a while.

I don't know. Maybe I'm being silly about this and should just wait until Christmas break to drive my car back up, but well. It would just be nice to have my car so I can also visit friends who go to different universities not too far away from Tampa. Or, so I can go home for a weekend whenever I want. My mom told me to call home later on tonight so I can talk to my dad about it and see what he says. Either way, I would be the one who bought the decal with my own money, so I don't understand why my mom is complaining.