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fuck my life.
I went to New Buffalo for a Native show on saturday.
and as per usual, those boys were fabulous. I got to hang out with my amazing Indiana friends + Victor! + La Dispute. and I made new friends. and it was wonderful.
BUT
some bitch stole my fucking cell phone.
I was pissed, but got over it and had a good time with my friends. we stayed the night at Bobby's house in Portage. when I woke up at like 1 yesterday, I checked my email and there was a super intense super freaky email from my Dad. so I use Stacy's phone to call around and get a hold of my mum... who was sitting in my apartment in Grand Rapids. she drove there in the morning and talked to 345234 people and got my landlord to let her in where she proceeded to find more random phone numbers to call to look for me.
turns out, the guy who stole my phone sent a text to my dad saying that I was pregnant and running away. so they freaked out and tried to get a hold of me. my dad stayed up all night calling my phone every 15 minutes. there are 12 voice mails on my phone and I can't bear to listen to them because I'll cry.
so this has spawned several intense conversations with my parents about random ass shit. things that I guess we should be discussing anyway, but that's not how our family functions. we don't talk about problems, we pretend they don't exist. so now my parents have apparently had this huge awakening thing and there has been lots of crying.
I'm fucking pissed that all this happened because I left my phone on a table for 5 minutes.
in other news, the printers at my school don't work. so I can't finish my project that is due in two hours. so I'm sitting in the basement listening to killwhitneydead and being pissed.
give me your phone numbers so I can put them in my new phone when I get it.
and also, I'm sorry if any of your received weird calls/messages from my phone.
I went to New Buffalo for a Native show on saturday.
and as per usual, those boys were fabulous. I got to hang out with my amazing Indiana friends + Victor! + La Dispute. and I made new friends. and it was wonderful.
BUT
some bitch stole my fucking cell phone.
I was pissed, but got over it and had a good time with my friends. we stayed the night at Bobby's house in Portage. when I woke up at like 1 yesterday, I checked my email and there was a super intense super freaky email from my Dad. so I use Stacy's phone to call around and get a hold of my mum... who was sitting in my apartment in Grand Rapids. she drove there in the morning and talked to 345234 people and got my landlord to let her in where she proceeded to find more random phone numbers to call to look for me.
turns out, the guy who stole my phone sent a text to my dad saying that I was pregnant and running away. so they freaked out and tried to get a hold of me. my dad stayed up all night calling my phone every 15 minutes. there are 12 voice mails on my phone and I can't bear to listen to them because I'll cry.
so this has spawned several intense conversations with my parents about random ass shit. things that I guess we should be discussing anyway, but that's not how our family functions. we don't talk about problems, we pretend they don't exist. so now my parents have apparently had this huge awakening thing and there has been lots of crying.
I'm fucking pissed that all this happened because I left my phone on a table for 5 minutes.
in other news, the printers at my school don't work. so I can't finish my project that is due in two hours. so I'm sitting in the basement listening to killwhitneydead and being pissed.
give me your phone numbers so I can put them in my new phone when I get it.
and also, I'm sorry if any of your received weird calls/messages from my phone.