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amadeupname Nov. 27th, 2005 07:27 pm)
amadeupname Nov. 27th, 2005 07:27 pm)Things that have happened since I left Dad's house to make tonight suck:
1. I realized that I left my cell phone charger at Dad's house, so he's going to have to mail it to me if I want to use my phone during the next two weeks.
2. I went to get gas and realized that out of the $35 I knew I had when I checked my wallet last night, all I had left was a $20 bill. Then I realized that when I was hanging out with Cory last night, he must have stolen $15 from me to buy weed, even after I gave him $5 and bought him a sandwich at McDonald's.
3. I got on the highway, and was about halfway home when my right windshield wiper decided it was going to bend in half. I pulled off the highway, pulled into a gas station, and fixed it with the help of some random stranger, thinking that I'd be able to get home, at least, and then have Mom send me some money so I could get new wipers. I get back on the highway, and not even five minutes later, it snaps off, flails around for a couple minutes, and then flies off my windshield, probably hitting the poor, unsuspecting driver behind me.
4. Traffic was horrible. The closer I got to Kalamazoo, the thicker the horde of semis got. And they all wanted to pass each other. One got in front of me, and after a while it finally got back into the right lane. I pull up beside it to find that the person a few cars in front of me is going godawful slow, so I pull behind the last semi in the row, and that person speeds up. I pull into that lane, and the semi pulls in front of me. Basically I was stuck behind very slow people all the way home.
5. And just now I got into my room, and it took forever to plug my laptop back in because when the RAs did room checks, they apparently decided to just unplug and replug everything. The cords were messed up, my alarm clock was on the floor, unplugged, and someone wrote on my whiteboard, "HA! I WROTE ON YOUR BOARD FIRST! Fo' Skizzle Dizzle!"
This is what I get when I trust people not to steal from me and mess up my stuff, and when I trust inanimate objects not to break on me. I need a hug, or at least a chance to curl up and die/cry/whatever.
And I wish my laptop would stop randomly screwing up the window.
EDIT: Okay, the Cory thing... Katie, my wonderful, lovely Katieduck, went to his house and asked him straight out about the money. He swore up and down that he didn't take the money, even after his girlfriend grilled him, and they searched the house and no one found any money. So I believe him when he says he didn't take the money.
This means that it's either in my pockets, or it dropped out of my pocket somewhere, hopefully at home or in my car. Though with my luck, it either dropped out in the Thunderbird, or this kid stole it, because Katie said he apparently had $15 from out of nowhere and he usually has NO money whatsoever.
1. I realized that I left my cell phone charger at Dad's house, so he's going to have to mail it to me if I want to use my phone during the next two weeks.
2. I went to get gas and realized that out of the $35 I knew I had when I checked my wallet last night, all I had left was a $20 bill. Then I realized that when I was hanging out with Cory last night, he must have stolen $15 from me to buy weed, even after I gave him $5 and bought him a sandwich at McDonald's.
3. I got on the highway, and was about halfway home when my right windshield wiper decided it was going to bend in half. I pulled off the highway, pulled into a gas station, and fixed it with the help of some random stranger, thinking that I'd be able to get home, at least, and then have Mom send me some money so I could get new wipers. I get back on the highway, and not even five minutes later, it snaps off, flails around for a couple minutes, and then flies off my windshield, probably hitting the poor, unsuspecting driver behind me.
4. Traffic was horrible. The closer I got to Kalamazoo, the thicker the horde of semis got. And they all wanted to pass each other. One got in front of me, and after a while it finally got back into the right lane. I pull up beside it to find that the person a few cars in front of me is going godawful slow, so I pull behind the last semi in the row, and that person speeds up. I pull into that lane, and the semi pulls in front of me. Basically I was stuck behind very slow people all the way home.
5. And just now I got into my room, and it took forever to plug my laptop back in because when the RAs did room checks, they apparently decided to just unplug and replug everything. The cords were messed up, my alarm clock was on the floor, unplugged, and someone wrote on my whiteboard, "HA! I WROTE ON YOUR BOARD FIRST! Fo' Skizzle Dizzle!"
This is what I get when I trust people not to steal from me and mess up my stuff, and when I trust inanimate objects not to break on me. I need a hug, or at least a chance to curl up and die/cry/whatever.
And I wish my laptop would stop randomly screwing up the window.
EDIT: Okay, the Cory thing... Katie, my wonderful, lovely Katieduck, went to his house and asked him straight out about the money. He swore up and down that he didn't take the money, even after his girlfriend grilled him, and they searched the house and no one found any money. So I believe him when he says he didn't take the money.
This means that it's either in my pockets, or it dropped out of my pocket somewhere, hopefully at home or in my car. Though with my luck, it either dropped out in the Thunderbird, or this kid stole it, because Katie said he apparently had $15 from out of nowhere and he usually has NO money whatsoever.
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