Just for the record, if I were ever a singer I would totally have an album called "Me My Misery"
So anyway, last Friday was supposed to be my last day of work. I have been telling my boss that since the end of January, cuz my roommate and I have been trying to move out. But we haven't found a place yet, but we both have money saved up so I was planning to have a week or so of unemployment. Also I didn't want to keep going because if we found a place that was available immediately I wanted to be able to move right away and not have to give my boss super short notice.
So anyway, Thursday afternoon I went out to get some pizza for lunch. When I got back my computer was just a blank black screen. I tried restarting it a few times, I tried shutting it off completely and turning it back on, there was nothing. There was nothing for the entirety of the two hours until I went into work. Feeling slightly irritated at the fact that I would have be shelling out $400 for a new netbook all of a sudden, I got to work and mentioned to my manager that I might be looking for a few more shifts. He told me to call my boss, which I did, and he reworked the schedule a bit to work me in and said that actually helped out (cuz they are ridiculously short staffed right now)
Anyway, when I got home from that my computer was magically working again. I was kind of wondering if this was a sign that I just wasn't supposed to leave yet, and then the next day the cds that I had been expecting for almost a month were in the mail.
Also, on the Wednesday, day before this happened, I got a nasty burn on my thumb (which a week later, the hole the blister left hasn't even scabbed over) and I also got broken up with on that same night.
On top of that, for some reason the whole gender identity thing has been bearing down on me full force again lately. I told on of my best friends if she wanted to shoot me and just keep my soul in a jar on her desk I would be okay with that. However she didn't seem to think it would be a fantastic idea, so next time I get a hold of her (not literally, no violence implied) I am going to ask if she will do my makeup instead next time we visit. Which also means that I am going to have to shave pretty much my entire body, which will take like five days.
I love the New Zealand band The Naked And Famous, and those cds I mentioned before were their limited edition 3-cd album thing. It includes their main album, Passive Me Aggressive You, as well as two EPs; No Light and This Machine. Their songs just make me not want to explode and or dropkick my brain into a meat grinder. Which is nice.
Also, I am kind of tired of Pokemon White now. I started playing Dragon Warrior II which is a really old game and I am almost done. I have also started playing Chrono Trigger DS but I am nowhere near close to being done that one. And just now I've started playing Pokemon LeafGreen. I had an old save file which was about nine minutes in and just happened to have a Bulbasaur (which is who I was going for this time anyway). No nicknames this time, though my team is going to be; Bulbasaur, Krabby, Clefairy, Nidoran(F), Spearow and Magnemite. Woot-woot.
Oh, I got a little bit sidetracked but last night my roommate found two places, both of which are available immediately. So once he wakes up and we figure out an appropriate time to inquire about for a viewing of the one place, I shall call. And then give the people my roommate's number because he is unemployed and thus slightly more available to be taking calls. BUT the problem is, if we get the place, only my roommate will be able to move in immediately - because when I went in to work yesterday my boss told me that he already put me down on the schedule for next week. This is exactly the kind of situation I was hoping to avoid by quitting last week, and the exact reason why I only asked for ONE extra week of shifts. And even that was just so I had money to fix/replace my computer.
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Oh, and Sunday night. I was feeling absolutely terrible, so I decided to don my mp3 player, turn the music up loud, and dance around my room till I felt better. Now, this room is not technically mine. It is my roommate's mother's room, but she doesn't sleep in here because she has issues with enclosed spaces. But all her dressers and clothes are in here, and the floor has like five small little rug things on it that are kind of annoying to dance on because there isn't much room to begin with and they're always shifting around and bunching up and whatever.
So I was dancing around, starting to feel a little bit better. And then I feel a little pinch on my foot. I lift it up, and lo and behold - a sliver of broken glass. I pluck it out and blood starts pouring down my foot, out of this tiiiiny barely visible hole.
Fun fact: That is the second time that I have got glass in my foot while attempting to gain a couple moments of not being completely overwhelmed by shittiness. Apparently I am just not allowed to be relieved of stress, ever. I have no idea where this glass is coming from, I haven't broken anything at all since I moved in here. I haven't seen my roommate's mom break anything, and she certainly hasn't mentioned anything to me. Plus you would thing if she broke something she should vacuum out the carpet or something.
Anyway. I just figured I would update, and also I just had a big pile of junk I wanted to get off my chest.
See you again soooooon
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