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sometimes i feel like i have the dumbest streaks of unluckiness...
two nights ago, i opted not to go to a party cuz i was tired. turned out the party was kick ass.
last night, when moving my stuff from my storage unit, my fucking bike dropped onto my head.
later, i decided to go to a party that they were having at the same place as the night before. that party was bootsy. hella bitchy ass people who i did not want to deal with. i drove from costa mesa to fullerton (a 20 minute drive if you're going at least 80 mph the whole way), stayed about 10 minutes, then drove back. what a fucking bust.
when i come back, i couldn't find parking in my apartment complex. i only have one spot which my mom was occupying because she's helping me move in. i would've had two spots had my roommate and i got a two bedroom apartment (like we're supposed to), but last week, her parents flipped a bitch on us and told her if she moved out, then would disown her. that was one of the harshest moments of my life thinking i wasn't going to be able to live with her. so tangent aside, i parked in this storage place/mexican restaurant parking lot neighboring my complex. i parked there at 12.30 am and my mom went to move it at around 3 in the morning maybe and it was gone. i hadn't even been there more than 3 hours and my car had been towed. damage done: 221 dollars. and right after i shelled out massive bank for my apartment. awesome (but on the plus side, my mom cried and got them to take 50 dollars off).
then this morning, i had to drive one of my friends home. yes, i had let him stay the night, but he just so happened to assume that i would drive him back to his car which was at the very fucking end of balboa island. hella far and hella traffic. AND i had been smoking his ass out all night. i almost got ran into twice on the way back. then i had to stop at a gas station so the same guy could meet up with me to borrow twenty dollars from me to put some gas in his tank to get him home. but i really don't have that right now. but what am i gonna do.. strand him?
then i come back home to get all my shit together and my ipod will not turn on. at all. i plug it in to my computer. nothing. i plug it into my ihome. nothing. my ipod is my life. and i am devasted. and guess what.. i do not have the money to get another.
so to ignore my agony, i start to clean and i saw one of my white shirts which i had bled on from a cut. i had ignored that stain for a while, but decided to be resposible right then and whipped out the bleach pen. well i when i went to apply it, it squirted out like a fucking gyser and got all over the shirt i was wearing. one of my most favorite, most comfortable, most flattering shirts i have. and no, it wasn't white. so now it's ruined.
and now i can't find the rest of the parts (like screws and shit) of my bed frame. and i'm almost considering just sitting on my ass today until all this shit passes. or until my ipod turns back on. jeeze this is so lengthy and pitiful. sorry... i'm just having a really really bad day.
two nights ago, i opted not to go to a party cuz i was tired. turned out the party was kick ass.
last night, when moving my stuff from my storage unit, my fucking bike dropped onto my head.
later, i decided to go to a party that they were having at the same place as the night before. that party was bootsy. hella bitchy ass people who i did not want to deal with. i drove from costa mesa to fullerton (a 20 minute drive if you're going at least 80 mph the whole way), stayed about 10 minutes, then drove back. what a fucking bust.
when i come back, i couldn't find parking in my apartment complex. i only have one spot which my mom was occupying because she's helping me move in. i would've had two spots had my roommate and i got a two bedroom apartment (like we're supposed to), but last week, her parents flipped a bitch on us and told her if she moved out, then would disown her. that was one of the harshest moments of my life thinking i wasn't going to be able to live with her. so tangent aside, i parked in this storage place/mexican restaurant parking lot neighboring my complex. i parked there at 12.30 am and my mom went to move it at around 3 in the morning maybe and it was gone. i hadn't even been there more than 3 hours and my car had been towed. damage done: 221 dollars. and right after i shelled out massive bank for my apartment. awesome (but on the plus side, my mom cried and got them to take 50 dollars off).
then this morning, i had to drive one of my friends home. yes, i had let him stay the night, but he just so happened to assume that i would drive him back to his car which was at the very fucking end of balboa island. hella far and hella traffic. AND i had been smoking his ass out all night. i almost got ran into twice on the way back. then i had to stop at a gas station so the same guy could meet up with me to borrow twenty dollars from me to put some gas in his tank to get him home. but i really don't have that right now. but what am i gonna do.. strand him?
then i come back home to get all my shit together and my ipod will not turn on. at all. i plug it in to my computer. nothing. i plug it into my ihome. nothing. my ipod is my life. and i am devasted. and guess what.. i do not have the money to get another.
so to ignore my agony, i start to clean and i saw one of my white shirts which i had bled on from a cut. i had ignored that stain for a while, but decided to be resposible right then and whipped out the bleach pen. well i when i went to apply it, it squirted out like a fucking gyser and got all over the shirt i was wearing. one of my most favorite, most comfortable, most flattering shirts i have. and no, it wasn't white. so now it's ruined.
and now i can't find the rest of the parts (like screws and shit) of my bed frame. and i'm almost considering just sitting on my ass today until all this shit passes. or until my ipod turns back on. jeeze this is so lengthy and pitiful. sorry... i'm just having a really really bad day.