me: hey mike, you wanna come out to maggies birthday?
mike: umm, sure, if you wanna wait aroudn for me to shower and get dressed.
me: sure, its only ten, i can wait
mike: cool.
one hour later:
me: hey, mike, you ready to go yet?
mike: whoo hoo! i just got my new lightsaber skill!!
::sigh::
then my wallet got stolen..that sucked. inside it was the sixty dollars from selling textbooks that i was planning to use to pay the cellphone bill. this is the conversation i had with myself earlier taht day:
Me: you know, we really should put that money in the bank.
myself: come on, what could happen to it? its safe in my wallet.
me: yeah, you're right, it can wait.
again, ::sigh::
luck has been fucking with me lately... i have a run of bad luck, then a run of good luck, then a bad one...its been wierd.
bad luck: sunday, three weeks ago. left my lights on.
good luck: i went down to my car later to get something, turned the lights off, and the next time i got in the car, she started up with only minor difficulty.
bad luck: three days later, after increasingly labored start ups every day, my starter died. bought a new battery, which i really didn't need, but sort of did, in a failed attempt to fix the problem.
good luck: just as i was contemplating selling organs to fix the car, my tax refund came in. four hundred and seventy seven dollars. that shold be enough to get that new starter, and the new starter swith its been needing since i got it. right?
bad luck: then the mechanics called me. to get a new starter switch, you have to buy an entirely new starter switch/ignition lock assembly. total for that, plus a new starter, plus labor: over six hundred dollars. "ok, fine," i said. "put in the new starter, fuck the switch, hopefully the thing still turns over."
good luck: they put in the new starter, two hundred dollars, and the thing turns over fine.
bad luck: i get there, turn the key, and get...death. looks for all the world like the switch is bad.
good luck: i get the mechanic to clean the contacts on the battery, and it starts up again. yay!!! looks like i dont need a new switch!
bad luck: next time i get in the car, same thing. nothing.
good luck: i jiggle the battery leads, and it starts up again. take it in, he does some magic on the battery lead, and it now starts up like a dream every time. and somewhere in all this, i lie to work and say the car won't be ready for another few days so i can go to the beach with eric and francois and brantley.
bad luck: my wallet got stolen while i was playing drunken volleyball.
good luck: it was the best time ive had sober since i was twelve.
bad luck: francois and brantely cancel. trip is scrubbed.
good luck: i find one book i hadn't sold back yet, and therefore, the money to be made from it was not stolen. yay for being messy!
bad luck: you need a student ID to sell books.
good luck: i can walk to the place where you get student IDs.
bad luck: you need a driver's license to get a student ID.
and that pretty much brings us to today. lots of luck type things going on. sometimes i wonder if god ever gets PMS...i love you patrick ! i hate you patrick ! i love you patrick ! i hate you patrick! and so on...
and then somewhere in all that, there was an eight dollar paycheck, i called sarah and she actually picked up, we had an hour long conversation which led me to think something might actually happen*, the internet went away, and came back again for no reason, and i managed to not get puled over while driving with no license.
* it should be kept in mind, however, that when i "think something might really happen this time," it almost always doesn't. but, i think something might really happen this time!! no, really!! im serious!!
i also had an epiphany: it really is chloe's fault im so chronically single. she has become the standard by which i judge prospects. if you are not at least as amusing as chloe to talk to (and chloe is one of the five most amusing people ever to live) and at least as attractive, my response to you will be: "enh...." and nothing more. so, damn you chloe!!!