the end of june
june is coming to a close. it has been my month of nothing going properly.
last night i decided to clean my house. i realized around 8:00 that i needed to eat so i decided to clean and cut the corn pop-pop gave me from his garden. i have no sharp knives and we all have heard that dull knives are just as dangerous if not more than sharp knives. so that theory proved itself last night as i cut a huge chunk of skin out of my knuckle. i then proceeded to uncontrollably bleed for the next 45 minutes out of said injury location. i had no bandaids, so a papertowel and ponytail holder did the trick...but i decided a papertowel and ponytail holder would not be best for the working environment. so i drive up to harris teeter. purchase my bandaids. as i was walking to my car a lady walking behind me says "Nice cut." I'm thinkin to myself "how does she know that i cut my finger?" I turn around and asked her what she said and she said "I like your hair cut." Oh ok, so she wasn't stalking me, she is just another one of the many middle aged women that compliments me on my hair cut. I make it back to my car and discover that it will not crank. "oh lord," I think to myself (internal dialogue is crucial). after trying a few times with not even a sound coming from the engine. i proceed to call the two people that i would never feel bad calling and asking for help...sarah and billy. those jerks both screened my phone calls. so i begin scrolling through my phone looking for someone (a boy, because another girl would not necessarily be helpful in this situation, unless of course it's sarah)that lives close by....there's always my dad but i hated for him to drive to nashville so late if it was something minor. my new friend josh is the first name i arrive to...so he was the lucky one to receive a phone call from the whiny karla with an injured finger. he comes to harris teeter for the big rescue...i pour coke on my battery (which is what my dad told me to do when i called him to whine)and josh does the jumper cable thing. all is well. it seems i left the dome light on at some point. i drive my car around to ensure the battery gets repowered...down to 2nd ave just to see what was going on since i'm always interested in the 2nd ave crowd. go home. pour hydrogen peroxide on my finger lots of times. and after each pouring i would run around my apartment grunting the word shit alot and repeat the process. it hurt real bad.
today is a new day and hopefully the end of all my bad luck and my brain functions will go back to normal. the day started out well when my car started with no problem. sarah called to tell me my digital camera was found under her seat! i got to have a 2 1/2 hour long lunch today b/c it was a "business lunch". awesome. tomorrow is days of thunder at movies in the park and then i have a 4 day weekend. things really are looking up for kalla b.
bean. does that liven up lj for you at all?
my apologies if i bored you all to tears...it was something i wanted to document.
last night i decided to clean my house. i realized around 8:00 that i needed to eat so i decided to clean and cut the corn pop-pop gave me from his garden. i have no sharp knives and we all have heard that dull knives are just as dangerous if not more than sharp knives. so that theory proved itself last night as i cut a huge chunk of skin out of my knuckle. i then proceeded to uncontrollably bleed for the next 45 minutes out of said injury location. i had no bandaids, so a papertowel and ponytail holder did the trick...but i decided a papertowel and ponytail holder would not be best for the working environment. so i drive up to harris teeter. purchase my bandaids. as i was walking to my car a lady walking behind me says "Nice cut." I'm thinkin to myself "how does she know that i cut my finger?" I turn around and asked her what she said and she said "I like your hair cut." Oh ok, so she wasn't stalking me, she is just another one of the many middle aged women that compliments me on my hair cut. I make it back to my car and discover that it will not crank. "oh lord," I think to myself (internal dialogue is crucial). after trying a few times with not even a sound coming from the engine. i proceed to call the two people that i would never feel bad calling and asking for help...sarah and billy. those jerks both screened my phone calls. so i begin scrolling through my phone looking for someone (a boy, because another girl would not necessarily be helpful in this situation, unless of course it's sarah)that lives close by....there's always my dad but i hated for him to drive to nashville so late if it was something minor. my new friend josh is the first name i arrive to...so he was the lucky one to receive a phone call from the whiny karla with an injured finger. he comes to harris teeter for the big rescue...i pour coke on my battery (which is what my dad told me to do when i called him to whine)and josh does the jumper cable thing. all is well. it seems i left the dome light on at some point. i drive my car around to ensure the battery gets repowered...down to 2nd ave just to see what was going on since i'm always interested in the 2nd ave crowd. go home. pour hydrogen peroxide on my finger lots of times. and after each pouring i would run around my apartment grunting the word shit alot and repeat the process. it hurt real bad.
today is a new day and hopefully the end of all my bad luck and my brain functions will go back to normal. the day started out well when my car started with no problem. sarah called to tell me my digital camera was found under her seat! i got to have a 2 1/2 hour long lunch today b/c it was a "business lunch". awesome. tomorrow is days of thunder at movies in the park and then i have a 4 day weekend. things really are looking up for kalla b.
bean. does that liven up lj for you at all?
my apologies if i bored you all to tears...it was something i wanted to document.