Wow. I feel like shit now.

So I was slightly late to chorus, but it was all fun there. It was Emily's birthday so we ate some cake, and Kempster was filling in for Madelyn today so although practice was very intensive it was fun too. There was so much I thought was worth talking about that happened during it, but now I just have this overpowering feeling of being stupid and also feeling slightly annoyed.

I dropped my dad off at the health club before going to chorus and he said that he'd call me if he needed a ride home, and gave me some money if I wanted to get some food on the way home (come to think of it, I left that in the car >_>). I was really happy, because I had to go and buy something on the way home, and I was glad to have time to. Unfortunately, as soon as I was done getting food my dad called me and was like "why aren't you here yet?" as if he hadn't implied that he probably wouldn't need a ride. I didn't want him to have to go through trying to find someone to drive him home, so I assured him that I could get home in 20 minutes (even though I was in a town half an hour away) and left right away and sped 15-20 miles over the speed limit the whole way home (sometimes less depending on the area). Since it was all on rural and back roads, it was okay, but once I got into town I was still in "speeding on back roads" mode. On the way home after I'd picked him up, he commented on how there are so many cars parked along the road, and he wondered what kind of event was going on. Even though we'd established that it was definitely some kind of sports event, he kept trying to make some weird point to me and I was looking at him as I began to make a turn. I didn't slow down enough (being used to just zipping around corners on the back roads) and it would be just my luck that as I'm not paying attention to the road because my dad is talking to me about something dumb, there's another car coming and because of all the cars parked on the side of the road both I and the other car are slightly more towards the middle of the street than we would usually be. The other car swerved, and my dad yelled at me (only putting more stress into the situation, as if I hadn't realized what was going on) and I straightened out the car better. He got really mad at me and was yelling and acting as if I wasn't aware of the mistake I'd made and just kept going on about it. In reality, if he hadn't yelled at me I probably would've straightened out the car much more quickly, to the point where if would've been a normal turn. Instead, though, he did yell at me and I looked at him instead of the road and the car when he did yell, only exacerbating the situation. It's just so frustrating because I know that my dad now things much less of my driving ability even though he was the person who principally created the problem.

UGH.