shit monkeys...
And the day had started off so well,
I am so stressed right now I want to cry... or throw up... or both.
The day started off fine, went for a walk, went to the bank, then met up with people at the mall where I bought Pat his b-day present. Ate at the food court then saw Dark Knight on Imax. It was pretty great. Afterwards Tim and I hung around my place ordered pizza and played Marvel Scene it. Everything was fine until I backed my car into the driveway. Arrrggg, I bumped my mirror on the house and the whole thing broke right off. Its just dangling there, it won't pop back on. Unfortunately my mirrors aren't the pop on and off kind. They have no give at all. I didn't even hit it that hard I just bumped it, ooh I am so frustrated if only I had gone slower, if only I had left the car alone instead of trying to pull closer to the house. Arrrgg. stupid emily.
So tomorrow I need to go buy some duck tape or something to try and tape the fucking thing back on so I can drive to Warwick for some damn interview for who knows what. I feel like I'm never going to get a decent paying job and with things like side mirrors falling off... I'm just freaking out a little. Mostly I just keep replaying that moment in my mind and wishing it didn't happen. There's nothing I can do about it now and that also is stressing me out.
I know in the scheme of things one stupid mirror isnt that big a deal, I'm just annoyed at myself for doing something so moronic. Also in CT i know car guys and mechanics here I don't know anyone... I just feel helpless and inept and frustrated... i feel like i can't handle anything...
I can't wait for the Vineyard trip I feel like I need to get out of this apartment. Everything and everyone is pissing me off right now.
I am so stressed right now I want to cry... or throw up... or both.
The day started off fine, went for a walk, went to the bank, then met up with people at the mall where I bought Pat his b-day present. Ate at the food court then saw Dark Knight on Imax. It was pretty great. Afterwards Tim and I hung around my place ordered pizza and played Marvel Scene it. Everything was fine until I backed my car into the driveway. Arrrggg, I bumped my mirror on the house and the whole thing broke right off. Its just dangling there, it won't pop back on. Unfortunately my mirrors aren't the pop on and off kind. They have no give at all. I didn't even hit it that hard I just bumped it, ooh I am so frustrated if only I had gone slower, if only I had left the car alone instead of trying to pull closer to the house. Arrrgg. stupid emily.
So tomorrow I need to go buy some duck tape or something to try and tape the fucking thing back on so I can drive to Warwick for some damn interview for who knows what. I feel like I'm never going to get a decent paying job and with things like side mirrors falling off... I'm just freaking out a little. Mostly I just keep replaying that moment in my mind and wishing it didn't happen. There's nothing I can do about it now and that also is stressing me out.
I know in the scheme of things one stupid mirror isnt that big a deal, I'm just annoyed at myself for doing something so moronic. Also in CT i know car guys and mechanics here I don't know anyone... I just feel helpless and inept and frustrated... i feel like i can't handle anything...
I can't wait for the Vineyard trip I feel like I need to get out of this apartment. Everything and everyone is pissing me off right now.