Hello, I am a vindictive bitch.
So, my brother rear-ended somebody on the way home the other day. (this was naturally followed by a long string of "omg, I shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel, I'm so very very incompetent, blahblahblah" that he STILL needs to get over. I'm not driving him around everywhere for the rest of our lives, thankyouverymuch.) He had to go to meet the lady whose car he hit today, and returns with the news that it will cost 400 dollars to repair some purely cosmetic, and very minor, damage. This is to be paid directly to her, without involving insurance companies. It will very likely come out of Kyle's financial aid, as well. We are OBVIOUSLY not as well off as her, she owns a fucking Lexus!
Now don't you think there are a lot of things 400 dollars could be used for other than prettying up some bitch's Lexus? Not just selfish and frivolous things either, though in my opinion those would be less frivolous than fixing that car. This is money that could go towards buying the groceries our mom never has time to buy (although that usually comes out of MY financial aid) Maybe school supplies? Since school is what that money is SUPPOSED to be for? Hell, I would much rather see that money go to some random charity than hand it over to her. How many people do you suppose look at the backs of cars and say, "Oh my, how beautifully unspoilt your bumper is! Not a scratch on it!" She should just be happy nobody was hurt, both cars run fine, suck it up, and live with a slightly damaged vehicle! IT DOESN'T MATTER. TO ANYONE.
Of course, since it was Kyle's fault there's absolutely nothing we can do, and he'll probably have to shell out the 400 dollars, which really, that woman could probably use for whatever she wants. I wish I was more vocal about being a bitch sometimes, because I really want to tell this woman off. I'll probably just have to settle for hoping her goddamn Lexus gets fucked up worse as soon as she gets it fixed. Maybe somebody will key it or something. Bitch.
This whole situation just pisses me off, and there's nothing I can do. Just thinking about it puts me in a bad mood. Doesn't help that I was in a bad mood before hearing about it. Perpetual hunger also not a good factor.
Ugh, I so wanted to have something less bitchy to post next, but no such luck. Also, those fifty thumbnails I'm supposed to have for tomorrow? Yeah, I slept half the day and spent another 3 hours or so coloring, so, I'm just not gonna do them. There is NO reason to have that many due again, anyway, and we're not even on the computer yet, for SOME reason. Screw that shit. Although I wonder if he's really counting people absent when they don't have everything they're supposed to...because if too much of that happens I get dropped a letter grade. What absolute bullshit.
It's getting to that point in the semester where I can't bring myself to care about school, especially my major. I almost think that even in the unlikely event that I pass the portfolio review, I may just drop out of comm design anyway. It's painfully obvious I'm not cut out for the industry.
Anyway. All this being pissed off at everything is giving me a headache. There's no fucking way I'm gonna get anything school-related done right now, so I'm gonna go back to coloring.
I need my break. Oh so desperately. How lovely that when it finally comes I get to kick it off with a few days in hell Granbury.
Now don't you think there are a lot of things 400 dollars could be used for other than prettying up some bitch's Lexus? Not just selfish and frivolous things either, though in my opinion those would be less frivolous than fixing that car. This is money that could go towards buying the groceries our mom never has time to buy (although that usually comes out of MY financial aid) Maybe school supplies? Since school is what that money is SUPPOSED to be for? Hell, I would much rather see that money go to some random charity than hand it over to her. How many people do you suppose look at the backs of cars and say, "Oh my, how beautifully unspoilt your bumper is! Not a scratch on it!" She should just be happy nobody was hurt, both cars run fine, suck it up, and live with a slightly damaged vehicle! IT DOESN'T MATTER. TO ANYONE.
Of course, since it was Kyle's fault there's absolutely nothing we can do, and he'll probably have to shell out the 400 dollars, which really, that woman could probably use for whatever she wants. I wish I was more vocal about being a bitch sometimes, because I really want to tell this woman off. I'll probably just have to settle for hoping her goddamn Lexus gets fucked up worse as soon as she gets it fixed. Maybe somebody will key it or something. Bitch.
This whole situation just pisses me off, and there's nothing I can do. Just thinking about it puts me in a bad mood. Doesn't help that I was in a bad mood before hearing about it. Perpetual hunger also not a good factor.
Ugh, I so wanted to have something less bitchy to post next, but no such luck. Also, those fifty thumbnails I'm supposed to have for tomorrow? Yeah, I slept half the day and spent another 3 hours or so coloring, so, I'm just not gonna do them. There is NO reason to have that many due again, anyway, and we're not even on the computer yet, for SOME reason. Screw that shit. Although I wonder if he's really counting people absent when they don't have everything they're supposed to...because if too much of that happens I get dropped a letter grade. What absolute bullshit.
It's getting to that point in the semester where I can't bring myself to care about school, especially my major. I almost think that even in the unlikely event that I pass the portfolio review, I may just drop out of comm design anyway. It's painfully obvious I'm not cut out for the industry.
Anyway. All this being pissed off at everything is giving me a headache. There's no fucking way I'm gonna get anything school-related done right now, so I'm gonna go back to coloring.
I need my break. Oh so desperately. How lovely that when it finally comes I get to kick it off with a few days in hell Granbury.