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So a general update and then onto the suck.
I cut my hand in lab. I was washing a beaker. My hand was inside of it with the sponge. I was twirling the beaker and evidently there was a flaw in the glass that I didn't see and the pressure of my hand caused the flaw to break. I popped a large piece of glass out of the beaker and sliced my hand open. On the part of my hand where I sit it to write. Damn me being a lefty. So that was fun. I got bandaids since it was just a flesh wound and didn't really need stitches. That was Tuesday.
Today is Wednesday. Tomorrow is Thursday. Guess what starts Friday?
Anime Boston.
The convention I thought was next weekend. Which is the weekend I had my flights booked for.
And there was this huge rainstorm in Boston this week that caused some serious fuckups at the airport since it's right there on the bay.
Guess who couldn't get her flight rescheduled.
And guess who's tickets are nonrefundable.
I was so upset that I left my lab two hours early went to my moms..we went shopping wihch didn't make me feel better. We went to eat where i got a strawberry marguirita which did make me feel better since the alcohol numbed my ability to actually feel anthing which was good until the alcohol finished it's course through my system.
So yea I'm pissed, depressed and I feel severely retarded.
And guess who showed like..no interest much less NO FUCKING SYMPATHY for this entire situation.
Yup. the good old boyfriend. Rather than express his concern for the fact that I was upset about thsi enough that I got drunk, he decided to tell me how he's done smoething like that before.
Ok so call me selfish but I don't erally care at this point. In a few days when the con is over and I'm not crying myself to sleep, or crying whenever i thnk about this, I'll be more than happy to hear the commiserating stories and such. Until then I was sympathy and I want to be babied.
which isn't something he's...ever done actually.
And I'm not going to even go into the fact that his fucking linkshell seems to be more important than me.
I just fucking hate life right now.
I cut my hand in lab. I was washing a beaker. My hand was inside of it with the sponge. I was twirling the beaker and evidently there was a flaw in the glass that I didn't see and the pressure of my hand caused the flaw to break. I popped a large piece of glass out of the beaker and sliced my hand open. On the part of my hand where I sit it to write. Damn me being a lefty. So that was fun. I got bandaids since it was just a flesh wound and didn't really need stitches. That was Tuesday.
Today is Wednesday. Tomorrow is Thursday. Guess what starts Friday?
Anime Boston.
The convention I thought was next weekend. Which is the weekend I had my flights booked for.
And there was this huge rainstorm in Boston this week that caused some serious fuckups at the airport since it's right there on the bay.
Guess who couldn't get her flight rescheduled.
And guess who's tickets are nonrefundable.
I was so upset that I left my lab two hours early went to my moms..we went shopping wihch didn't make me feel better. We went to eat where i got a strawberry marguirita which did make me feel better since the alcohol numbed my ability to actually feel anthing which was good until the alcohol finished it's course through my system.
So yea I'm pissed, depressed and I feel severely retarded.
And guess who showed like..no interest much less NO FUCKING SYMPATHY for this entire situation.
Yup. the good old boyfriend. Rather than express his concern for the fact that I was upset about thsi enough that I got drunk, he decided to tell me how he's done smoething like that before.
Ok so call me selfish but I don't erally care at this point. In a few days when the con is over and I'm not crying myself to sleep, or crying whenever i thnk about this, I'll be more than happy to hear the commiserating stories and such. Until then I was sympathy and I want to be babied.
which isn't something he's...ever done actually.
And I'm not going to even go into the fact that his fucking linkshell seems to be more important than me.
I just fucking hate life right now.