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what a day! i was woken up at about 10 by a call from the school i went to in new york, a billion years ago. the heartbreaking accent was letting me know htat they were not going ot relese my transcripts becuase i have an outstanding balance. "bullshit!" my dad says, saying he paid every last dime of that 22 grand 8 years ago. so i tell the woman, not in so many words, and then i also tell her how my transcripts have been released other times since then. she tells me i must be mistaken. this is where i bite the hole in my tongue. she calls back to say that there is indeed a balance on the account, near 2,000. and im like, well can you tell me why over 8 years nobody came looking for it? her name was lucielle. she smelled like coffee and cigarettes, i could tell. she said she could call the office we paid through and have them check things out. please and thank you lucielle.
in the meantime, i go to the bank. for the purpose of this story, you must know that i was wearing a pair of jeans that i wore yesterday, a pair of flips flops, a greenish blue tank top sans a bra, and a hot pink fleece hoodie. to compliment the stylish outfit i had last nights hair and make up- one smeared the other touseled and in a pony tail of sorts. i don't know why i even got out of the car. so here i am stadingi n line atthe bank when HE walks in - shoes shiny as hell costing more than everyhting i am wearing plus teh money in my hand for the deposit. he stands behind me and after a few seconds says "my , you're radiant" understand that the only reason i turn around, is to see who he is talking to. understand further my surprise when he says "yes, you". i did some awkward hsifting of my weight and touched my hair to make sure that i did in fact look the way i thought, and i was right. he askd if i had been working out, i said "something like that", to which he said "oh, mid morning snuggling then?" i said no, and proceeded to the counter to deposit my heard earned money from my shift last night, the amount of which would likely not cover the cost of his tie. he was, for the record, un attractive, to me anyhow. polished and expensive looking yes, didn't make me think twice. i thought him odd. i make my depsoit and i tell the girl that i think this creepy guy is hitting on me and she says "lucky". one man's trash they say, is another's treasure right? well here i am 5 feet from the door, with archibald mcugly two feet behind me and he asks if he can get the door for me, i let him and he asks if i am an actress (what the fuck is this, candid camera!?) and i say no, and he says "i bet you'd be good on film". was this a compliment? or does he direct shitty porns in his master bedroom? i laugh and keep walking, he says "you're smile is insane, how lucky i am to run into you" seriously folks, what the fuck is up? i walk towards my car and he walked down the steps and asked "waht does a guy like me have to do to get ther number of a girl like you" or some combination of those words and i say "seven. my number is seven." and got in my car. weird times eleventy.
so then here is lucielle with her bad french maniqure and coffee stained breath calling back to say that they did in fact check and they are going to release my transcripts and mark my account paid in full. she pretty much spit back to me everything i told her two hours prior. i told her i forgive them for poor record keeping. i wished her a nice day none the less.
started reading dave eggers heartbreaking work of staggering genius. so far, so good.
aside from my bank incident i have nothing fun to report. been working every night, still waiting to hear from schools. no big plans for the next few days. . maybe a trip to uwm with lindsay tomorrow and the bright eyes show in chicago with this boy next week. . . work in an hour. maybe it'll be busy, last night crapplebee's was closed cuz of some sewage issue, gross. but we got all their people. twas nice, for the first hour.
almost your birthday kryss <3
in the meantime, i go to the bank. for the purpose of this story, you must know that i was wearing a pair of jeans that i wore yesterday, a pair of flips flops, a greenish blue tank top sans a bra, and a hot pink fleece hoodie. to compliment the stylish outfit i had last nights hair and make up- one smeared the other touseled and in a pony tail of sorts. i don't know why i even got out of the car. so here i am stadingi n line atthe bank when HE walks in - shoes shiny as hell costing more than everyhting i am wearing plus teh money in my hand for the deposit. he stands behind me and after a few seconds says "my , you're radiant" understand that the only reason i turn around, is to see who he is talking to. understand further my surprise when he says "yes, you". i did some awkward hsifting of my weight and touched my hair to make sure that i did in fact look the way i thought, and i was right. he askd if i had been working out, i said "something like that", to which he said "oh, mid morning snuggling then?" i said no, and proceeded to the counter to deposit my heard earned money from my shift last night, the amount of which would likely not cover the cost of his tie. he was, for the record, un attractive, to me anyhow. polished and expensive looking yes, didn't make me think twice. i thought him odd. i make my depsoit and i tell the girl that i think this creepy guy is hitting on me and she says "lucky". one man's trash they say, is another's treasure right? well here i am 5 feet from the door, with archibald mcugly two feet behind me and he asks if he can get the door for me, i let him and he asks if i am an actress (what the fuck is this, candid camera!?) and i say no, and he says "i bet you'd be good on film". was this a compliment? or does he direct shitty porns in his master bedroom? i laugh and keep walking, he says "you're smile is insane, how lucky i am to run into you" seriously folks, what the fuck is up? i walk towards my car and he walked down the steps and asked "waht does a guy like me have to do to get ther number of a girl like you" or some combination of those words and i say "seven. my number is seven." and got in my car. weird times eleventy.
so then here is lucielle with her bad french maniqure and coffee stained breath calling back to say that they did in fact check and they are going to release my transcripts and mark my account paid in full. she pretty much spit back to me everything i told her two hours prior. i told her i forgive them for poor record keeping. i wished her a nice day none the less.
started reading dave eggers heartbreaking work of staggering genius. so far, so good.
aside from my bank incident i have nothing fun to report. been working every night, still waiting to hear from schools. no big plans for the next few days. . maybe a trip to uwm with lindsay tomorrow and the bright eyes show in chicago with this boy next week. . . work in an hour. maybe it'll be busy, last night crapplebee's was closed cuz of some sewage issue, gross. but we got all their people. twas nice, for the first hour.
almost your birthday kryss <3