God created March to show people who don't drink what a hangover is like.
okay so brief update here on things that broke and are not yet fixed in march in my household:
1. Marge, my beloved automobile. Engine completely busted. Set to be fixed within 2 weeks, hopefully. Still have to pay car insurance.
2. My hideous, 4 year old, amazing-that-it-lasted-even-this-long cell phone. Broken, and then lost somewhere, but even if I could get it back, I wouldn't because it's broken. Rumor that a new one is on it's way in April. Who knows.
3. The beautiful, elegant, cream colored eMac. AppleCare says we need to do a complete hard drive erase, and even that might not help. It is dead, dead, dead. This means many things, most importantly:
a. We now have to use the slower than slowsky lime iMac which is located in my mom's room and that is completely inconvient to everyone involved.
b. I have 2 papers written on the eMac that I now have to rewrite, because I can't get them off. Teachers are uncaring bastards.
c. Music is the only thing that is not backed up on the eMac. That's good news because all my other stuff is, but bad news because, um, it's music.
Dear March,
I hate you. Why can't we just go from February to April, and forget all this muddy slushy dirty gross looking time of the year? Spring break is great, but it would kind of be better if you didn't snow in the middle of it like that, and St. Patricks Day isn't all that great. There's also midterms, and critiques and all this bullshit that nobody really enjoys.
Please go away, March.
Love, Kara.
I'm so sorry about all this ranting. I'm trying to do it in a pleasant, dry humor way, but I really am having suckin times.
And I take back the part about getting my cell phone back. I would take it back just so I could write down the numbers. I don't have anybody's except jessye and lucy and peter's. and that sucks because i talking to someone would be really good for the ol' nervous system.
Tonight I went home and then went to the gym at 5:30 and my mom agreed to pick me up at 7 after her yoga class got out. She picks me up, and we go home. I thought it was really great that I had a night free like this. I get home and there are 5 new messages on the machine. Before even listening I get that huge adrenaline rush of "Oh shit I fucked up big big big big time. Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK FUCCKKKKKK." I was totally supposed to babysit for Karen tonight from 6:30 to 11. I feel like the biggest fuck up of all time. I am completely dysfunctional. I can't check my e-mail because the internet in here is hit or miss, I don't have a cell phone so you can't call me to remind me, I don't have a car, so even if you do get in touch with me, I can't do anything about it. Like really. I just completely forgot. How does that even happen? Why do I suck?
I can't even deal with all the stuff that's not working in my life. This is some kind of karmic payback, because I did something awful somewhere down the line. My mom just suggested that I could be a pussycat doll. I need to leave now.
1. Marge, my beloved automobile. Engine completely busted. Set to be fixed within 2 weeks, hopefully. Still have to pay car insurance.
2. My hideous, 4 year old, amazing-that-it-lasted-even-this-long cell phone. Broken, and then lost somewhere, but even if I could get it back, I wouldn't because it's broken. Rumor that a new one is on it's way in April. Who knows.
3. The beautiful, elegant, cream colored eMac. AppleCare says we need to do a complete hard drive erase, and even that might not help. It is dead, dead, dead. This means many things, most importantly:
a. We now have to use the slower than slowsky lime iMac which is located in my mom's room and that is completely inconvient to everyone involved.
b. I have 2 papers written on the eMac that I now have to rewrite, because I can't get them off. Teachers are uncaring bastards.
c. Music is the only thing that is not backed up on the eMac. That's good news because all my other stuff is, but bad news because, um, it's music.
Dear March,
I hate you. Why can't we just go from February to April, and forget all this muddy slushy dirty gross looking time of the year? Spring break is great, but it would kind of be better if you didn't snow in the middle of it like that, and St. Patricks Day isn't all that great. There's also midterms, and critiques and all this bullshit that nobody really enjoys.
Please go away, March.
Love, Kara.
I'm so sorry about all this ranting. I'm trying to do it in a pleasant, dry humor way, but I really am having suckin times.
And I take back the part about getting my cell phone back. I would take it back just so I could write down the numbers. I don't have anybody's except jessye and lucy and peter's. and that sucks because i talking to someone would be really good for the ol' nervous system.
Tonight I went home and then went to the gym at 5:30 and my mom agreed to pick me up at 7 after her yoga class got out. She picks me up, and we go home. I thought it was really great that I had a night free like this. I get home and there are 5 new messages on the machine. Before even listening I get that huge adrenaline rush of "Oh shit I fucked up big big big big time. Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK FUCCKKKKKK." I was totally supposed to babysit for Karen tonight from 6:30 to 11. I feel like the biggest fuck up of all time. I am completely dysfunctional. I can't check my e-mail because the internet in here is hit or miss, I don't have a cell phone so you can't call me to remind me, I don't have a car, so even if you do get in touch with me, I can't do anything about it. Like really. I just completely forgot. How does that even happen? Why do I suck?
I can't even deal with all the stuff that's not working in my life. This is some kind of karmic payback, because I did something awful somewhere down the line. My mom just suggested that I could be a pussycat doll. I need to leave now.