Alright, no facebook. I can now rant in peace.
:D Wanted to make sure facebook was no longer stealing my LJ posts and showing them to my mother, aunt, sister, various cousins, etc. But it doesn't seem to be, so I can get back to venting without fear.
Oh I know. Okay, so last week was the first week of my semester. By Wednesday I was totally stressed. A couple of my friends invited me to go out to dinner with them the next night (I.E. they asked on Tuesday, we were going on Wed.) That is, the guy I seem to be developing a crush on asked me to go with some friends of his. So of course I agreed.
Wednesday morning came, and I bounded out of bed. It was going to be a good day. I was going out with friends, I was supposed to hear back about a contest I had entered, it was all good. Little did I know.
I got to school and still did not have the book I needed for my first class. I had to BS my way through the discussion. Next class went off without a hitch, but after that is when it really started to go downhill. I went to the grocery store to kill some time before I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner. At 4:30, I went to the restaurant. They said to meet them there between 5 and 6. At 6:15 they still weren't there. At that point I was really upset, it was raining, and I was sweating through my clothes sitting in the parking lot waiting. I decided to screw it and leave. I went to start my car and it just clicked at me. I'd sat there so long my battery was dead. I had to call my Grandpa to come jump me. He did, and I left, passing my friends pulling in the parking lot as I was leaving.
When I get back to the house, I pull in the driveway and skid over some bricks, ripping the pipework off the bottom of my car. I slam into park and jump out, in tears, to see what I had done. I reached underneath the car and burnt my hand on my blazing hot muffler. So I'm sitting in the dirt, with a burnt hand, a broken car, I'm bawling my eyes out, it's still raining, and my nose starts bleeding. Then my grandfather comes around and yells at me for going home 'the long way'. I go inside after that, and my shrew of a grandmother gripes me out for not eating dinner yet.
The next day the friend that had invited me to go cornered me after class and gave me grief.
'Hey, way to NOT show up last night, Beth'
That was it. I let him have it. Not screaming, I just gave him the entire situation in a deadpan monotone and watched his eyes get bigger the whole time. When I was done he apologized and gave me a hug, which of course made me not angry at him anymore. Figures.
Anyway, we got my car fixed for $60, so I was okay with that. I didn't win the contest, but I didn't find that out until a few days later. My friends promised to take me to a different restaurant to make it up, and I got all my books for class. Hopefully it's going to be a better semester than it initially seemed, but boy, did it make a bad first impression.
Oh I know. Okay, so last week was the first week of my semester. By Wednesday I was totally stressed. A couple of my friends invited me to go out to dinner with them the next night (I.E. they asked on Tuesday, we were going on Wed.) That is, the guy I seem to be developing a crush on asked me to go with some friends of his. So of course I agreed.
Wednesday morning came, and I bounded out of bed. It was going to be a good day. I was going out with friends, I was supposed to hear back about a contest I had entered, it was all good. Little did I know.
I got to school and still did not have the book I needed for my first class. I had to BS my way through the discussion. Next class went off without a hitch, but after that is when it really started to go downhill. I went to the grocery store to kill some time before I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner. At 4:30, I went to the restaurant. They said to meet them there between 5 and 6. At 6:15 they still weren't there. At that point I was really upset, it was raining, and I was sweating through my clothes sitting in the parking lot waiting. I decided to screw it and leave. I went to start my car and it just clicked at me. I'd sat there so long my battery was dead. I had to call my Grandpa to come jump me. He did, and I left, passing my friends pulling in the parking lot as I was leaving.
When I get back to the house, I pull in the driveway and skid over some bricks, ripping the pipework off the bottom of my car. I slam into park and jump out, in tears, to see what I had done. I reached underneath the car and burnt my hand on my blazing hot muffler. So I'm sitting in the dirt, with a burnt hand, a broken car, I'm bawling my eyes out, it's still raining, and my nose starts bleeding. Then my grandfather comes around and yells at me for going home 'the long way'. I go inside after that, and my shrew of a grandmother gripes me out for not eating dinner yet.
The next day the friend that had invited me to go cornered me after class and gave me grief.
'Hey, way to NOT show up last night, Beth'
That was it. I let him have it. Not screaming, I just gave him the entire situation in a deadpan monotone and watched his eyes get bigger the whole time. When I was done he apologized and gave me a hug, which of course made me not angry at him anymore. Figures.
Anyway, we got my car fixed for $60, so I was okay with that. I didn't win the contest, but I didn't find that out until a few days later. My friends promised to take me to a different restaurant to make it up, and I got all my books for class. Hopefully it's going to be a better semester than it initially seemed, but boy, did it make a bad first impression.