last night
OMG. i'm so screwed. I was suppose to go last night to say good bye to paula well it was 830 and the shit hit the fan! My phone which hadn't worked all day rang. It was Lauren. She couldn't get the money for the apartment... FUCK!! then couldn't find my keys. While tearing up the apartment the phone rings its my dad... asks about the apartmetn... FUCK!! ahve are usual argument how I should transfer to Westfield State and live at home. Meaning that I take off in two weeks and pretty much not be back for at least two years... yeah... don't want to do that... might have to but don't want to. So hang up the phone and continue to look for the damn keys (i'm such an ass) and there is a knock at the door. It is a creepy drunk guy looking for someone named Ashely. Took like 15 minutes to get rid of him. The time is now 9:30 and I still can't find the keys. I go to dial Scott to apologize but guess what the damn phantom phone doesn't fucking work! At this point I am fuming. I then remember that I have a spare set of keys in the kitchen. So get the keys all locked up go to pull out and relize that i can't leave. they have torn apart the road to repave it and all the rubble is at the end of my driveway... god didn't not want me to leave the house. okay so woke up and found me damn keys in my back pack... and the rubble is still behind the house... it needs to be gone by 5 or i'm fucked!