  and today, on a very special clone high.... Well, no. I found out today that we may have to part with the civic, and in doing so, saying buh bye to the Family, as they live about a half hour away. Bloody insurance. Bloody moving across the fricken country. Bloody hell. I was thinking about the situation on the way home, and missed my exit. Bloody exits. The deal goeth thusly: We're out of province, so AMA said go away, our term with them is up on March 15. To go to another insurerer here is not a wonderfully bright and shiny option; I had a case of extraordinary bad luck two years ago, and got into two fender benders in four months. Because of this, most insurance companies scream and run away when they hear me coming. This wouldn't be a problem, as I am a mere secondary driver, but alas, because of the job, I became the primary driver.
After all, school is about a click and a half away, and I got meself a full-on commute. Bloody commutes. So, it would appear that, no matter what, I must not be this prime driver in order to not be all expensive to insure and stuff. Kurt does all the other driving anyways, I don't know what the big is. And, I'm going to be penalized for my bad driving for another four years.
So, I suck, the system sucks, and WHY do we have to change our plates and licences over? Agh. Anyways, not such a bad scrape, really, but wildly agravating nonetheless. On top of the rent, the rings, the credit card, the food, the power, the other annoying ways that people want to get money from us. Well, at least I'm not pregnant. 
