this thank-you note is for faking it.
Dear Livejournal,
let's recap my night.
(this is longer than expected, but sorry. you want to read this anyway, you'll laugh at my misfortune. this is what i get for saying i dont like fate last night- she fucking threw everything she had at me.)
i was suuuuuuuuuper excited alllllllllll day for q and not u.
especially since my psychic told me everything would go well.
and i even wore red!
but at any rate, after hanging around the house for a bit i decided i needed to go out.
so noelle and i started driving around. this is about 8:30, post one phonecall and voicemail to one mr.clark that agreed to go with me.
by 9:45 (doors were at nine thirty, thankyouverymuch) we've added another 2 phone calls, another voicemail and even a visit to his apartment since i was getting antsy to go, and still with the excited.
i'm told he's 'out with some friends'.
fucking sweet. less than slash slash slash three.
so ania gets ditched. again. like i didn't learn my lesson last time around that i relied on the boy. and i know this might be livejournal and i shouldn't air my greviences here and all....but i'm pissed. that's fucking shitty. deja vu, but i thought everything was cool now and we were friends, and quite frankly friends dont do that to friends.
this is something all boys should learn.
when you are Friends with someone, be their friend. that's all we ask.
so anyway, call up a whole bunch more people, trying to get someone to take this now extra ticket that i've bought for a show that started about half an hour ago.
finally jessica comes to the rescue! (this is why i have hoes, in case anyone ever wondered).
so we leave jerkfaces' apartment, and quickly get pulled over on hall road, coincedentally just where my mother works.
my back left taillight is out.
ticket!
people kept honking at me. i started screaming at them and wishing them vivid, violent deaths on their birthdays. i'm qite frustrated by this point. NOT a good time to fuck with me. (i'm telling you if anyone is anything by nice to me in the next two days, you're getting all ths frustration chucked right the hell on you. hint hint hint.)
decide it's not my night, maybe i wont go.
but no!
i'll show you night! i agree to go.
gas station doesn't have my smokes.
but the one down the street had buy two get one camel lights, so i guess that's alright.
lost the tickets to the show. found the tickets to the show.
went. caught the very last 4 songs (including the two encore).
pure perserverence on jessica's part.
it was really good, though, and they are awesome and played songs i like a lot and i danced a lot with marimarimarilu.
then passed out on the way home.
hot damn. that was the worst thing ever.
let's recap my night.
(this is longer than expected, but sorry. you want to read this anyway, you'll laugh at my misfortune. this is what i get for saying i dont like fate last night- she fucking threw everything she had at me.)
i was suuuuuuuuuper excited alllllllllll day for q and not u.
especially since my psychic told me everything would go well.
and i even wore red!
but at any rate, after hanging around the house for a bit i decided i needed to go out.
so noelle and i started driving around. this is about 8:30, post one phonecall and voicemail to one mr.clark that agreed to go with me.
by 9:45 (doors were at nine thirty, thankyouverymuch) we've added another 2 phone calls, another voicemail and even a visit to his apartment since i was getting antsy to go, and still with the excited.
i'm told he's 'out with some friends'.
fucking sweet. less than slash slash slash three.
so ania gets ditched. again. like i didn't learn my lesson last time around that i relied on the boy. and i know this might be livejournal and i shouldn't air my greviences here and all....but i'm pissed. that's fucking shitty. deja vu, but i thought everything was cool now and we were friends, and quite frankly friends dont do that to friends.
this is something all boys should learn.
when you are Friends with someone, be their friend. that's all we ask.
so anyway, call up a whole bunch more people, trying to get someone to take this now extra ticket that i've bought for a show that started about half an hour ago.
finally jessica comes to the rescue! (this is why i have hoes, in case anyone ever wondered).
so we leave jerkfaces' apartment, and quickly get pulled over on hall road, coincedentally just where my mother works.
my back left taillight is out.
ticket!
people kept honking at me. i started screaming at them and wishing them vivid, violent deaths on their birthdays. i'm qite frustrated by this point. NOT a good time to fuck with me. (i'm telling you if anyone is anything by nice to me in the next two days, you're getting all ths frustration chucked right the hell on you. hint hint hint.)
decide it's not my night, maybe i wont go.
but no!
i'll show you night! i agree to go.
gas station doesn't have my smokes.
but the one down the street had buy two get one camel lights, so i guess that's alright.
lost the tickets to the show. found the tickets to the show.
went. caught the very last 4 songs (including the two encore).
pure perserverence on jessica's part.
it was really good, though, and they are awesome and played songs i like a lot and i danced a lot with marimarimarilu.
then passed out on the way home.
hot damn. that was the worst thing ever.