I'm Disillusioned

Currently listening to:
Do You Realize?
Flaming Lips

So last night, I met Kayla at White Rock Lake and we talked and drank champagne. The field wasn't foggy like last time, I guess it's a thing of the seasons. Anyway, it was humid and warm and I felt all sticky. Kayla and I tried to figure out the back seats of my car since I haven't really had to deal with them at all. By 2 AM I was just mush in consciousness, so Kayla decided it was time to go.
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Theeen, in the morning I awoke to a ticket on my windshield. An hour after I got home, some cop charged me for parking the wrong way on a street. I wasn't aware I could park wrong and not feel like something was wrong! It truly is a BS non-moving rule since parking either way doesn't hinder other drivers. So now I know something that should have been taught to me in Driver's Ed. I think they should do warnings before punishing, especially since cops patrol our neighborhood every night and I've been parking the same way since I got the car.

I went to get Jonathan so he could be moral support as I got my passport papers turned in. Turns out everything my mom had printed was out of date, so I transcribed and found out passports aren't $97 anymore; they are $110 plus $25 processing. Of course, it's not that simple; the $110 had to be on a check, while the $25 had to be in cash. Seems very unsafe to be dealing with cash.
I feel pilfered and I assume this is how adults feel everyday. Each time I get punished without warning, I just become totally apathetic. We need money to live in the current society, but the society actively sucks money out of us for small insignificant things. Really: who cares which direction my car faces on a two-way street?

We left for Kayla's and I realized that we had left the outdated forms on the bench and it had my SSN on it with every other detail of my life. So I called the office once we got to Kayla's and was put on hold. For the next ten minutes visions of Mexicans flooding into the country under my identity (a running joke for the rest of the day) flashed before my eyes, until someone answered. I told the guy to burn the papers, but he shredded them instead.

The three of us went to El Fenix, the second time for me recently. I had a margarita that was three times stronger than previous ones, but I also had an empty stomach except for the mounds of chips and tortillas I ate. I swear I will never eat at any of those affiliated restaurants as long as I remember. So I stumbled out and we watched Cheaters at Kayla's for a while. I swear I will not watch TV as long as I remember.

Then I skipped class. School in a week. I'm scared.