three-hundred.
Sad that my 300th entry has to be unhappy, but what can you do. School has been good in terms of interest, but with three projects due within days of each other, assessments, failing at perming, and midterms happening in two weeks, I've been going crazy. Thursday was terrible. I got alright marks on my assessment, and then I couldn't contour wrap worth shit. So, torn, I asked if I could leave early, then I cried on the bus home and lazed around a bit before getting ready to meet my mom for dinner. But I missed my bus, couldn't take the short cut because a fucking construction worker was there, and as I was less than a block away from my house, I remembered I'd forgotten my coupon and discount card.
My printer didn't finish printing the very bottom half, so I thought maybe it'd run out of colour ink, and I tried in both colour and black and white -- nothing. So I broke down. I was near hyperventilating on my knees on the bedroom floor because I was already late to meet her and I still had to walk the 25 minutes there. It wasn't a pretty sight, because I cried all my mascara off, and looked like a complete mess with black streaks down my face. I sobbed, I screamed, I had a mini anxiety attack. And then I had to run half of the way to meet my mom, and I am not a decent runner, so I was crying and breathless and sore and I couldn't walk or run fast enough.
Of course, when I finally get to her, she's already eating, and has already gone to Payless without me. Thanks. I cried some more and refused to take off my sunglasses so I could do so. Then we went to Payless, where I found nothing. Then we went to Winners, where I almost found nothing until I discovered a nice pair of stockings and a microfiber bathrobe. We bought alcohol, and I had every intention of drinking my sorrows away. I didn't go to kickboxing that night. The only good part about my entire day was Sebastian not getting kicked off SYTYCD Canada after I'd forgotten to vote for him. And then my tipsy mom trying to open the rum with a knife.
I know what you're thinking: Baw, your life is so hard. Yes, tragically so. Now excuse me while I drink one fifth of this bottle of wine.