Feelings about L.A. This Week: I DESPISE it
It has been the worst week EVER.
Here's the short of it:
Sunday night/Monday: Food poisoning from peanut butter I bought at Wal-Mart.
Monday night: Earthquake.
Tuesday: After no sleep whatsoever from being sick, I stupidly went to the gym. I was fine through the session but by the time I got to my car, I was puking everywhere. THEN, on the way home, the fucking LAPD pulled me over just because I had an out of state license plate. He CLAIMED my car wasn't registered in the state of IA and I wanted to tell him where he could shove it. I gave him my registration papers, he did NOT EVER ask me for my license which made me scared for my life which made my stomach more upset, then he grilled me about why I was in CA with an IA plate (wtf... moron) as if it had any relevancy to why he pulled me over. Then after checking out everything on the paper compared to the car, he THREW the paper at me and said in a very pissy/irritated voice, "Well I guess it all checks out." and walked away. Seriously made me feel more ill and like I was very close to getting raped/murdered.
Wednesday: Still unable to sleep and had to go to classes.
Thursday: Just a long fucking day of class, this time on about 2 hours of sleep. Had to get up at 7 AM. Got home at about 6 PM and literally could not even pull myself up the stairs to my room. I had to stay in the living room.
Today: A city officer SLAMMED into me and spun me into oncoming traffic and then was trying to convince the LAPD police who responded (2 freaking hours later) that it was MY fault which couldn't be further from the truth. How DARE an officer of the law do that. I am now without a car and in shitloads of pain. Not to mention oodles behind in homework and I have a mid-term on Monday. UGH.
It has been the worst week ever (well at least since I moved here). I want to crawl into bed and cry forever.
Here's the short of it:
Sunday night/Monday: Food poisoning from peanut butter I bought at Wal-Mart.
Monday night: Earthquake.
Tuesday: After no sleep whatsoever from being sick, I stupidly went to the gym. I was fine through the session but by the time I got to my car, I was puking everywhere. THEN, on the way home, the fucking LAPD pulled me over just because I had an out of state license plate. He CLAIMED my car wasn't registered in the state of IA and I wanted to tell him where he could shove it. I gave him my registration papers, he did NOT EVER ask me for my license which made me scared for my life which made my stomach more upset, then he grilled me about why I was in CA with an IA plate (wtf... moron) as if it had any relevancy to why he pulled me over. Then after checking out everything on the paper compared to the car, he THREW the paper at me and said in a very pissy/irritated voice, "Well I guess it all checks out." and walked away. Seriously made me feel more ill and like I was very close to getting raped/murdered.
Wednesday: Still unable to sleep and had to go to classes.
Thursday: Just a long fucking day of class, this time on about 2 hours of sleep. Had to get up at 7 AM. Got home at about 6 PM and literally could not even pull myself up the stairs to my room. I had to stay in the living room.
Today: A city officer SLAMMED into me and spun me into oncoming traffic and then was trying to convince the LAPD police who responded (2 freaking hours later) that it was MY fault which couldn't be further from the truth. How DARE an officer of the law do that. I am now without a car and in shitloads of pain. Not to mention oodles behind in homework and I have a mid-term on Monday. UGH.
It has been the worst week ever (well at least since I moved here). I want to crawl into bed and cry forever.