Moment #242565 when I suspect I will never be an adult
For the second time in as many months, I'm wearing a cheongsam and impractical shoes and have teetered my way down to Sinclair to help out in some stupid cultural festival, only to find that somehow I have the dates mixed up because some other group is hanging out in the Student Activity Center and there are no Chinese people around.
But this time I swear to fucking god I had the dates and time right; I wrote them down repeatedly and even reminded myself last night to leave early so I could purchase the tickets for the raffle. I did so, I arrived on time, and I'm still a fucking moron. TIHS ENRAGES ME BEYOND REASON. I AM CLEARLY ILL-EQUIPPED FOR NAVIGATING THE COMPLEX REALM OF GOING TO PLACES ON THE RIGHT DAY. God help me whenever I get a fucking job or, you know, have to arrive at the appointed place to hand over the blackmail money or else those pictures of me and the Dayton Dragons mascot will be all over the intarwebs by noon the next day ... noon the next day, when I am standing at the drop point, confused and alone and heartily regretting my foray into sports exhibitionism zoophilia ...
Grr. I'm going to go buy some ice cream and sulk.
But this time I swear to fucking god I had the dates and time right; I wrote them down repeatedly and even reminded myself last night to leave early so I could purchase the tickets for the raffle. I did so, I arrived on time, and I'm still a fucking moron. TIHS ENRAGES ME BEYOND REASON. I AM CLEARLY ILL-EQUIPPED FOR NAVIGATING THE COMPLEX REALM OF GOING TO PLACES ON THE RIGHT DAY. God help me whenever I get a fucking job or, you know, have to arrive at the appointed place to hand over the blackmail money or else those pictures of me and the Dayton Dragons mascot will be all over the intarwebs by noon the next day ... noon the next day, when I am standing at the drop point, confused and alone and heartily regretting my foray into sports exhibitionism zoophilia ...
Grr. I'm going to go buy some ice cream and sulk.