sometimes i hate people
yes. i hate people sometimes.
even in new zealand. cue story-
wake up this morning aflutter with excitment for a backpacking weekend with two of my good new friends. so i hop into the shower after snoozing for 15 minutes and then decide to pop over to the library to check my e-mail ecetera before the time i'm due to be at the other's flat.
then i get a text. they're going to the farmer's market. first of all... at this point we're supposed to leave in an hour and i've mentally scheduled everything to when it needs to be to leave at this time. second of all, we're gone all weekend and anything they buy at the farmer's market will have spoiled by tuesday when we're back.
so i decide well... at least i get more time at the library and leave my flat and run into the peoples heading to the farmers market... and they ask me again if i want to come. at this point i'd become filled with irrational rage and anger at having woken up so early just to wait for them to go to the bloody farmers market and pronounce in a surly and generally unhappy voice "NO"
but this weekend should be lovely.
and look vaguely like
except with quite a bit more snow.
even in new zealand. cue story-
wake up this morning aflutter with excitment for a backpacking weekend with two of my good new friends. so i hop into the shower after snoozing for 15 minutes and then decide to pop over to the library to check my e-mail ecetera before the time i'm due to be at the other's flat.
then i get a text. they're going to the farmer's market. first of all... at this point we're supposed to leave in an hour and i've mentally scheduled everything to when it needs to be to leave at this time. second of all, we're gone all weekend and anything they buy at the farmer's market will have spoiled by tuesday when we're back.
so i decide well... at least i get more time at the library and leave my flat and run into the peoples heading to the farmers market... and they ask me again if i want to come. at this point i'd become filled with irrational rage and anger at having woken up so early just to wait for them to go to the bloody farmers market and pronounce in a surly and generally unhappy voice "NO"
but this weekend should be lovely.
and look vaguely like
except with quite a bit more snow.