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Amazing. I had the most wondrous day.
I spent an hour today trying to put together a presentable outfit to go out in, which resulted in frayed nerves and a very bad temper. I snapped at my Dad, who snapped right back. While leaving, I reminded myself never to write a letter to any parent ever again, depicting their finer qualities in a sensitive, emotional and sincere tone because they're just not the right type of people to be appreciative. (I know this was irrational because I did bitch at him first but don't preach to me, goddamit). I think solitary days spent reading books and eating muesli without underwear has hardened me.
I got to the library and found a Vladimir Nabokov book and two of Haruki Murakami's and was pleased as punch. Naturally, my library card was in posession of outstanding library fines, as the machine so kindly put it, so I decided to pay them with my money card. But no, the machine doesn't want my kind of card. So I went home, bookless, and I asked my Dad for said accepted card and 10 dollars to top it up and he said sure. So I went back in a pretty awesome outfit that took me 2 minutes as opposed to my morning outfit which took 60 minutes, pleased as punch and yelling "I'm going to the library, BAI!" to anyone who would listen, for 7-11 to tell me that the card has expired. EXPIRED. DED. GONE.
So now I sit at my computer, typing this furiously into the Update page on Livejournal. Bookless.
You my send cupcakes (frosted only) and sympathy cards to Francine K, Computer Table, Sadface St while I question the world and its negative forces.
I spent an hour today trying to put together a presentable outfit to go out in, which resulted in frayed nerves and a very bad temper. I snapped at my Dad, who snapped right back. While leaving, I reminded myself never to write a letter to any parent ever again, depicting their finer qualities in a sensitive, emotional and sincere tone because they're just not the right type of people to be appreciative. (I know this was irrational because I did bitch at him first but don't preach to me, goddamit). I think solitary days spent reading books and eating muesli without underwear has hardened me.
I got to the library and found a Vladimir Nabokov book and two of Haruki Murakami's and was pleased as punch. Naturally, my library card was in posession of outstanding library fines, as the machine so kindly put it, so I decided to pay them with my money card. But no, the machine doesn't want my kind of card. So I went home, bookless, and I asked my Dad for said accepted card and 10 dollars to top it up and he said sure. So I went back in a pretty awesome outfit that took me 2 minutes as opposed to my morning outfit which took 60 minutes, pleased as punch and yelling "I'm going to the library, BAI!" to anyone who would listen, for 7-11 to tell me that the card has expired. EXPIRED. DED. GONE.
So now I sit at my computer, typing this furiously into the Update page on Livejournal. Bookless.
You my send cupcakes (frosted only) and sympathy cards to Francine K, Computer Table, Sadface St while I question the world and its negative forces.