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-I wanted to leave for my grandma's at 9am to be able to be on the highway by 10am, but because of my parents we didn't end up even leaving for grandma's until 10.30am.
-At Wilson and Lake Michigan Dr. my car started to overheat, and we had to take it, and ALL my college stuff still in it, to a mechanic.
-I got the run-around trying to find out what building to even go to to get my room keys and such.
-I had just entered my room and found out that already my toilet won't flush properly, and takes 5 minutes to refill. Oh fucking blow me.
-I have a "hold" on my tuition because my awards may or may not be accepted. If they aren't, I'll be dropped from my classes midway through next week. Again, fucking blow me.
-Went back to the mechanic to see what was wrong with the car. I'll be owing them $600 for repairs today, after I take the bus down there to pick my car up.
-Because I have no car, I couldn't go food shopping, so I had to go snag free food from Calder freshman picnic, and thus had to eat in front of other people since I was spotted by a few of my fellow painters.
-Ended up purging everything I ate at the picnic back in my room. Hey, had to christen it somehow, right? I couldn't take the anxiety of having been seen eating in public.
-I'm too terrified that I won't wake up to my new alarm clock, so I'm already fucking up my sleeping schedule to prevent my paranoia from coming true.
Needless to say, I've had a bad 24 hours that I'm not expecting to ease up or be any less stressful than it already has.
Actually, not the entire past 24 hours has been bad. Spent most of Tuesday night with Scott and his friend Kim, just hanging out and talking, then playing pool. I gave him directions to be able to come to GVSU, and told him to drop by any time. He wants to come during the middle of the week for a few days, and follow me to my classes, and pretend that we're incestuous siblings. Honestly, I wish he were here for first week of classes so that we could do that and freak people out about me, but oh well. Also invited him to the President's Ball, and he says he'd gladly come, if he has time off from Medstar. I also got a compliment on my legs from him (high heels + short dress), so it actually was good.
But then yesterday happened, and I wanted to scream. I'm considering taking it out on my neighbors via loud music at . . . 4 am . . . . since I AM the HBIC in this wing of the building, but . . . I don't want to anger the natives. Not yet.
-At Wilson and Lake Michigan Dr. my car started to overheat, and we had to take it, and ALL my college stuff still in it, to a mechanic.
-I got the run-around trying to find out what building to even go to to get my room keys and such.
-I had just entered my room and found out that already my toilet won't flush properly, and takes 5 minutes to refill. Oh fucking blow me.
-I have a "hold" on my tuition because my awards may or may not be accepted. If they aren't, I'll be dropped from my classes midway through next week. Again, fucking blow me.
-Went back to the mechanic to see what was wrong with the car. I'll be owing them $600 for repairs today, after I take the bus down there to pick my car up.
-Because I have no car, I couldn't go food shopping, so I had to go snag free food from Calder freshman picnic, and thus had to eat in front of other people since I was spotted by a few of my fellow painters.
-Ended up purging everything I ate at the picnic back in my room. Hey, had to christen it somehow, right? I couldn't take the anxiety of having been seen eating in public.
-I'm too terrified that I won't wake up to my new alarm clock, so I'm already fucking up my sleeping schedule to prevent my paranoia from coming true.
Needless to say, I've had a bad 24 hours that I'm not expecting to ease up or be any less stressful than it already has.
Actually, not the entire past 24 hours has been bad. Spent most of Tuesday night with Scott and his friend Kim, just hanging out and talking, then playing pool. I gave him directions to be able to come to GVSU, and told him to drop by any time. He wants to come during the middle of the week for a few days, and follow me to my classes, and pretend that we're incestuous siblings. Honestly, I wish he were here for first week of classes so that we could do that and freak people out about me, but oh well. Also invited him to the President's Ball, and he says he'd gladly come, if he has time off from Medstar. I also got a compliment on my legs from him (high heels + short dress), so it actually was good.
But then yesterday happened, and I wanted to scream. I'm considering taking it out on my neighbors via loud music at . . . 4 am . . . . since I AM the HBIC in this wing of the building, but . . . I don't want to anger the natives. Not yet.