Well Shit
davidcrackin rl angst
Despite being an lj member for a very long time, I wouldn't consider myself a real lj user for two reasons: the first being I never post anything, and the second, in following with the first, is that I don't really know how to post things when the mood strikes. If this post has made a mess of your friend's page, I appologize -- be assured that I am already in the process of making the cut-thing work.
I moved to Van going on a year soon, and besides my roommate and one girl in my class I haven't really made any friends so.... So I. I just.
Hi. My name is davidcrackin and I am having a really *really* bad couple of months.
It started with my car. First the battery died. Then two weeks later it died again, so I got it replaced ($200 parts/labor/towing/blahblahblah). A week after I got the battery replaced the brakes failed (the brake line was cut-which I thought only ever happened in the movies, and no, I don't know how or who or what happened) on a busy, downtown street and although I did everything the way I was told to in defensive driving 101 I was still pretty sure I was going to die or kill someone else. I ended up parked at a gas station while I tried to track down brake fluid (because although I know enough about cars to figure out that the tank was empty, I didn't know how it got that way so I figured I would start with adding brake fluid myself and seeing if it drained out again). There was not a drop within a 10 block radius, and when I discovered that I would have to leave my vehicle in the lot while I tried to track some down (or have it towed or whatever) I notified the station attendant. They told me that I couldn't leave my car on their property unless I paid a parking fee, even though (or perhaps because) they knew I couldn't safely drive it. So I put the fucking thing in nuetral and I pushed it onto the fucking street. By myself. In the rain.
*Sigh* A week later and $1000 poorer when I finally got to pick my car up from the mechanic it wouldn't start. Because the battery was dead. I seriously threw a hissy fit (and I went to town too -- flailing, stomping, cursing the whole nine yards). They replaced the battery because it was still under warranty -- so it only cost me my pride and a little bit of my dignity.
So fine. A week later (and on another busy street) I get a flat tire from a three inch spike.
I think it is safe to assume I am being punished.
Meanwhile school (fashion design and marketing) isn't going so good. None of my patterns are turning out unless I re-draft them at least four times. I spent a three day weekend working on a project (which would have put me ahead of the course work by two weeks) only to find out that it was meant to be done a *special* way, such that I have to Start. All. Over. From the begining. Putting me a month *behind* the course.
AND NOW at the very pinnacle of my misery one of my *friends* from school has stolen my end of term project theme and has actually convinced herself that it was her idea in the first place. The only problem with that is that when the term started two months ago when we were talking about the project I TOLD EVERY ONE WHAT I HAD PLANNED. So EVERYONE KNOWS that it is MY THEME. IT IS MY BRILLIANT IDEA. MINE MINE MINE. I have sketches, and purchased fabric, and and sunk my heart and soul into this stupid thing and now she will not back down because she thought of it *too*. So I either hope that I do a better job than her and not lose marks because what is supposed to be a unique idea has been duplicated or I start All Over Again from scratch.
Like I said: Well Shit.