Moved into my new dorm room. Starting my sophomore year in 2 days![]()
Moved into my new dorm room. Starting my sophomore year in 2 days![]()
So apparently my printer did break when my Dad dropped it a few feet. I feel really bad asking him to reimburse me for a new one, even though he's totally fine doing so, since I'm saving for like, you know, fall fashions, but ugh. I just keep thinking of the situation from different perspectives and ultimately just want to be done with college and making my own, expendable/disposable/whateverable money.
Went really good but this terrible mood just came out of nowhere
Got kicked out of the house for not working on Labor Day. Yeah don't bother rationalizing it.
So basically the momster accused me of being cooped up in my room. So I said, I'll go downstairs to do work (my room is upstairs). But she explained that it wasn't what she was getting at. So I told her, oh you want me out of the house. Then I'll leave the house. She's like no, that's not what I'm getting at and you're misconstruing what I'm saying.
I'm like, lol, dude momster what ARE you getting at this time you crazy psychopathic slut. She's like, you have no friends. I'm like, man, you want me to get friends. I can get friends easy. I can go out to the overpass and make like five to six friends EASY. She's like no that's not what I'm getting at. So I'm like, dude momster what ARE you getting at. She's like, you don't do anything extra at church like I do, you only go on Sundays and you don't do service two extra days of the weeks.
I'm like, momster, I got a full time job and have been doing this ridiculous test prep, give me a break. So then the momster has to pull out the card that I'm not doing anything efficient. Mind you this is AFTER she dragged me for a three day vacation on the spot to the bloody mountains in the middle of nowhere and we JUST returned.
I'm like, ok momster. I'll talk to you later. I'm not dealing with you today if you're going to keep riding me up like a stripper pole. Cue in packing bags and leaving. Cue in momster telling me NOT to leave so she could use me as a verbal punching bag some more. I tell the momster, hey momster you can stop me I haven't reached the car yet. You can try to tackle me, look I'll start walking slowly so you still have a chance to beat me to the driver's seat so you can block it. You can even call the cops and try to have them arrest me for independent movement. Cue in slamming of the house door and her shouting at me to go **** myself and die. Then I saw my dad running out the door like he's Alabama's offensive line about to charge through Michigan. I approximated the distance and figured I HAD to confront my mad. Hey dad, why are you so mad do you KNOW what's going on between me and the momster? No? Ok good. Look I've got to do **** and I've GOT to go. Jet the car. Drive off before mad can get mad again.
Cue in entire day of driving up and down the Garden State Parkway while going through a case of non-alcoholic beverages and culminating in watching Lawless in some theater in Sayreville and trying to book it at a hotel but deciding otherwise at the last moment. Good times. Mad is still mad. Thinks that I have something to do with the momster who is now missing. I am not related to these people. At all.
Also what is up with Michigan. That QB needs to stop passing the ball to Alabama. It's almost as sad as the last set between Tomic and Rodplantain where Tomic literally GAVE ANDY A BLOWJOB ON PUBLIC TELEVISION. No joke.
I miss Andy, so much that I kind of hit a really sad mood before I slept last night. This sucks, so much.
95% sure I have strep throat, given my own clinical diagnosis. Which of course is now one more thing I need to take care of today in getting antibiotics, further lengthening my already rather crazy first day of classes list. Blergh.
I leave in three days to travel across the country and start anew. Oh so exciting, but oh so horrifying. My car arrived in Seattle this morning, so I'm glad to hear that!
I'm sure I'll do fine there, but I have a lot of debt and loans to pay back. The first year will be hard, but then it will get substantially easier.
Money issues suck. Parents saying they have "money issues" is just plain stupid.
He showered to Toxic by Britney and then Love You Like A Love Song by Selena. Yes.
So WebMD and the NIH say I have strep, according to the internet, but the rapid test came back negative. Meaning I'm stuck popping Advil, drinking tea, gargling salt water, and praying it goes away enough for me to sleep. JOY.
In non gross body news, first day of school was a rollercoaster. Great first classes, TERRIBLE AS BALLS humidity and rainstorm, got my first WWD today (thank god - just in time for NYFW to begin tomorrow), and was randomly promoted within our student fashion magazine to the overall Fashion Editor, which is super awesome since I never actually applied, even though I wanted to, thanks to running out of time with the app.
I honestly dunno what I'd do without Phaedra, I had the best day with here just riding around and venting about everything and talking and having fun. We went to bdubs and our waiter was cute so we left little notes with our tips saying he had a cute butt and I just told her how I'm missing Andy and being taken advantage of at work and how old friends are just making things more difficult. Gosh today was great despite all the peaching.
Come on after full day of work. Spill bag of popcorn all over the carpet.
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Torn about sticking with a one year guaranteed research job for credit that also has a chance of getting me a bad grade depending entirely on the supervisor's opinion of me or dropping it and trying to find something without stipulations.
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