The worst week of my life... which I think I survived
Wednesday night: The house got robbed and two of my computers (one absolutely brand new) with various wires attatched got stolen. About 4,000 dollars down the hole, as well as quite a bit of school work and the harma newsletter. Though I think it's saved on someones computer... hopefully. Fingers crossed.
Friday night: Our concert, our party... good things... except for the fact some of my friends there underwent drama thus I didn't really enjoy it, and then I left the party only to come back home and find the backdoor unlocked at 4 in the morning with everyone upstairs. Unhappy and rather annoyed
Sunday night: Spent all day in the fishbowl, because my computer was out of action retyping the paper that I had saved on my computer but was stolen along with it. At 10:00, I, extremely proud of myself, finished the paper. Saved it, then went to open it back up... half of it was gone. So I lost about 3 and a half hours of work, which I had to do over again today, plus some. I was livid and upset about my misfortunes. Cue next misfortune.
Monday night: Starting to see the horizon on the end of my paper, I was starting to relaxe and look forward to the dinner I would have with the Harmonettes later that night. My phone was off all day because the batteries were low, when I got an IM from Junga saying I needed to call Jon or Christina because they had a good emergency they needed to talk to me about. Stupid me, I thought it was that they had found our computers. No, at 5:30, I found out 5 other of the Harmonettes were leaving at 6 for Las Vegas. There was no way I could go. I needed to do this paper well if it killed me... it's worth 40% of my grade. So while everyone else can go and have an amazing time... I need to stay here and do my work, missing a once in a lifetime opportunity. I was talking to Jon who was desperately trying to figure out a way that I could still go, when my phone finally ran out of batteries. I then walked back to Jons, to find out that he had gone with Phil to the fishbowl to pick me up and take me to the airport. It was too late for me to get to the airport ontime at that point... obviously it just wasn't meant to be. Nothing's reall gone my way this week. Everything's kind of gone sour for me.
I did find out though that I have a friend I can rely on through ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I go through, who knows how to console me when I'm beyond consolation, who knows when to be silent when I need silence, and what words to say when a couple of words are necessary. So maybe that's what going through all this shit has shown me...
And I talked to my mom just now... I had spoken to her earlier in the week and she had said she hadn't been feeling that well and was at the doctors getting some tests done... I immediately suspected something was up. When I spoke to her today she kept saying that I need to be thankful that I'm healthy, and she knows it's harder at my age for me to appreciate that and to truly appreciate the fact I have loving people who care about me and need to be thankful for in my life, but that's what's really important. She then told me that a week and a half ago, she went to see a doctor in NYC who treated my grandmother who told my mom she might have a brain tumor. For a whole week and a half she thought she might have a brain tumor, right after both of my grandparents slowly came apart because of cancer. My God. In a second I guess everything can be put back into perspective. Despite the fact I still feel like I've had an unbelievably shitty week... I guess its really not that big of a deal after all.
Friday night: Our concert, our party... good things... except for the fact some of my friends there underwent drama thus I didn't really enjoy it, and then I left the party only to come back home and find the backdoor unlocked at 4 in the morning with everyone upstairs. Unhappy and rather annoyed
Sunday night: Spent all day in the fishbowl, because my computer was out of action retyping the paper that I had saved on my computer but was stolen along with it. At 10:00, I, extremely proud of myself, finished the paper. Saved it, then went to open it back up... half of it was gone. So I lost about 3 and a half hours of work, which I had to do over again today, plus some. I was livid and upset about my misfortunes. Cue next misfortune.
Monday night: Starting to see the horizon on the end of my paper, I was starting to relaxe and look forward to the dinner I would have with the Harmonettes later that night. My phone was off all day because the batteries were low, when I got an IM from Junga saying I needed to call Jon or Christina because they had a good emergency they needed to talk to me about. Stupid me, I thought it was that they had found our computers. No, at 5:30, I found out 5 other of the Harmonettes were leaving at 6 for Las Vegas. There was no way I could go. I needed to do this paper well if it killed me... it's worth 40% of my grade. So while everyone else can go and have an amazing time... I need to stay here and do my work, missing a once in a lifetime opportunity. I was talking to Jon who was desperately trying to figure out a way that I could still go, when my phone finally ran out of batteries. I then walked back to Jons, to find out that he had gone with Phil to the fishbowl to pick me up and take me to the airport. It was too late for me to get to the airport ontime at that point... obviously it just wasn't meant to be. Nothing's reall gone my way this week. Everything's kind of gone sour for me.
I did find out though that I have a friend I can rely on through ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I go through, who knows how to console me when I'm beyond consolation, who knows when to be silent when I need silence, and what words to say when a couple of words are necessary. So maybe that's what going through all this shit has shown me...
And I talked to my mom just now... I had spoken to her earlier in the week and she had said she hadn't been feeling that well and was at the doctors getting some tests done... I immediately suspected something was up. When I spoke to her today she kept saying that I need to be thankful that I'm healthy, and she knows it's harder at my age for me to appreciate that and to truly appreciate the fact I have loving people who care about me and need to be thankful for in my life, but that's what's really important. She then told me that a week and a half ago, she went to see a doctor in NYC who treated my grandmother who told my mom she might have a brain tumor. For a whole week and a half she thought she might have a brain tumor, right after both of my grandparents slowly came apart because of cancer. My God. In a second I guess everything can be put back into perspective. Despite the fact I still feel like I've had an unbelievably shitty week... I guess its really not that big of a deal after all.