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Let's just say I got into a little accident on Saturday. It really wasn't so bad but the guy was such a fucking asshole that he made me feel like shit and I couldn't stop balling for like an hour or two. There really isn't even a problem. I don't feel like I need/want to go into details on here so if you actually care about me and my life and you really want to know you can call me. That's the way it should be, anyway. unfortunately it really isn't, though.
Oh, yeah, the guy's making me take a fucking drug test. ME. a DRUG TEST. because you know that I'm on crack in the middle of the day on a Saturday when I tell him I'm on my way to a fucking dance lesson. But it wasn't even the guy who called me.. it was his friend who has an attorney for a father. I'm pretty positive they go to St. thomas, they're stuck up assholes who rely on their daddys to pay for everything for them. They called me afterthefact and told me I had to take the drug test within this week. He said I can fax it to them but he wouldnt allow me to have the fax number until after I take the drug test. Luckily, they have no legal right to force me to take one. I asked my family's lawyer. So I'm just NOT going to call them, I'm only going to take a cheap test from walgreens for my own protection (because the test is going to show what we all know the answer is: I'm not on any form of drugs), and if they try to call I'm not going to answer. Only the police have the right to warrent a drug test and the police weren't even involved in this. No one is really hurt and it's a bunch of bullshit.. if it was any other person with a soul this wouldnt be a big deal but I had to encounter Saint Paul's most arrogant asshole. He's only like a year older than me, too.
AGGHHHH!!! whatever, though. I'm not too worried about the whole thing. I'm just going to keep living my life. Saint Paul just scares the crap out of me a lot.
On a much, MUCH brighter note: I'm going to London over spring break!! which is pretty much amazing. Now I just need to work a lot to get some money to pay for it all.. mmmhmm.
My j-term class ends TOMORROW! final tomorrow! and then I have no class until next Wed., which I am not looking forward to at all. Spring semester is going to be the semester from hell. And they don't even have half of my books at the bookstore. what the hell? whatever. I'm just going to deal with it. I'm pretty much excited for the lacrosse season to start.. we go to Nebraska on Feb. 2nd to play in a tournament and then practices will suck because we will be conditioning and having to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn on wednesdays, but the games in march will be worth it! Wow, could that have been any more of a run on sentence?
Anyway, that's my life. I think my family has a curse. that's what I've decided. and that's the note i'm leaving on. Maybe that's an icky one to leave on.. i'll leave on another note.
I get to play piano for Aaron's brother's wedding in May. I'm scared.
And why, even after I tell my roommate that the only thing I'm not comfortable with is her eating my food/sharing food, she still eats ALL of my fucking food? She doesnt really even compare to my very first roommate, but why the fuck does this always have to happen? I wouldnt care if she asked me or even if she CLOSED the food after she ate it, but she doesnt ask and leaves the food open so that it goes stale and then neither of us can eat it. goddddd I cannot live in the same room with someone ANYMORE! never again after this year. unless it's a boy. Good thing I'm living with greta next year. yay!
I think that's enough of a note.
Oh, yeah, the guy's making me take a fucking drug test. ME. a DRUG TEST. because you know that I'm on crack in the middle of the day on a Saturday when I tell him I'm on my way to a fucking dance lesson. But it wasn't even the guy who called me.. it was his friend who has an attorney for a father. I'm pretty positive they go to St. thomas, they're stuck up assholes who rely on their daddys to pay for everything for them. They called me afterthefact and told me I had to take the drug test within this week. He said I can fax it to them but he wouldnt allow me to have the fax number until after I take the drug test. Luckily, they have no legal right to force me to take one. I asked my family's lawyer. So I'm just NOT going to call them, I'm only going to take a cheap test from walgreens for my own protection (because the test is going to show what we all know the answer is: I'm not on any form of drugs), and if they try to call I'm not going to answer. Only the police have the right to warrent a drug test and the police weren't even involved in this. No one is really hurt and it's a bunch of bullshit.. if it was any other person with a soul this wouldnt be a big deal but I had to encounter Saint Paul's most arrogant asshole. He's only like a year older than me, too.
AGGHHHH!!! whatever, though. I'm not too worried about the whole thing. I'm just going to keep living my life. Saint Paul just scares the crap out of me a lot.
On a much, MUCH brighter note: I'm going to London over spring break!! which is pretty much amazing. Now I just need to work a lot to get some money to pay for it all.. mmmhmm.
My j-term class ends TOMORROW! final tomorrow! and then I have no class until next Wed., which I am not looking forward to at all. Spring semester is going to be the semester from hell. And they don't even have half of my books at the bookstore. what the hell? whatever. I'm just going to deal with it. I'm pretty much excited for the lacrosse season to start.. we go to Nebraska on Feb. 2nd to play in a tournament and then practices will suck because we will be conditioning and having to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn on wednesdays, but the games in march will be worth it! Wow, could that have been any more of a run on sentence?
Anyway, that's my life. I think my family has a curse. that's what I've decided. and that's the note i'm leaving on. Maybe that's an icky one to leave on.. i'll leave on another note.
I get to play piano for Aaron's brother's wedding in May. I'm scared.
And why, even after I tell my roommate that the only thing I'm not comfortable with is her eating my food/sharing food, she still eats ALL of my fucking food? She doesnt really even compare to my very first roommate, but why the fuck does this always have to happen? I wouldnt care if she asked me or even if she CLOSED the food after she ate it, but she doesnt ask and leaves the food open so that it goes stale and then neither of us can eat it. goddddd I cannot live in the same room with someone ANYMORE! never again after this year. unless it's a boy. Good thing I'm living with greta next year. yay!
I think that's enough of a note.