worst day ever
A bunch of stupid fucking hippies harass my sister through email and then I got the most lost I've ever been in Washington DC this evening. I was MAJOR LEAGUE lost. I had a dinner date with a fantastic queer boy and his roommates tonight. Took the metro to the right place but then got on the wrong bus. The bus took me to the northwest quadrant instead of the northeast like I needed to be in, and when I asked him out to get to H and 21st he told the right way but to NW instead of NE. I get there and I realize I'm definitely in the wrong place. I walk about 10 blocks, thinking I'll just cross over the 100 block of NW and then enter into the 100 block of NE, but no. I hit a dead-end at the National Mall. So now I'm mega worried and mega frightened and walking up Constitution towards the Washington Monument with no earthly idea where I am. I take a left onto 18th and start crying because all I can see is the Department of the Interior's offices and they just remind me that I'm totally lost. I think about just going to the Smithsonian metro station but it's so dark and it's really scaring me not being able to get my bearings. So I walk up to a night watch person at the Dept of the Interior and I explain to him, sobbing, that I'm new in town and I'm incredibly lost and I don't know where I'm going and I'm really scared. He directs me to the Farragut West metro and I go home. I receive no comfort or compassion from Rachelle once we reunite and now I'm alone in my room, still starving and totally miserable.