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Mar. 11th, 2005 05:52 pmGod. What a day.
*miserable* So yesterday evening I missed a phonecall from my Dad. Since then I'd been texting him trying to find out what had been up, just in case there was some vital mesage or whatever. He usually texts me back straight away so by this morning I was kinda worried. But finally, five minutes before my first lecture is due to start, he rings me and says "Sorry, that was Freya last night. But just so you know, the tie and blouse you asked us to send down for the party tonight, that you're not going to be able to get at all today, because Friday is hell-day and you are totally busy practically every second? Yeah, well, we arbitrarily decided not to send it down and not to tell you, and how DARE you get angry with us, it's not OUR fault."
There's backstory here: they hadn't had my whole uniform because we threw it out after last year, but I kept a tie and I had a white blouse for some random reason. My mother texted me early last week to say she was sorry she'd thrown the old one out, and I texted her back to tell her not toworry about it. SOMEHOW she construed this to mean "Don't send the stuff I specifically asked you to send down." Anyway, we worked out they could send it down with my grandmother. Fine.
Then ten minutes into my lecture I get me period, and of course I'm wearing white underwear and there isn't a THING I can do about it for at least an hour.
Then I'm late to orchestra and he makes us tune individally and I look like an idiot because I'm crap at tuning, it takes me ages and, worse, the viola I'm borrowing is hardly ever used and both pegs and fine-tuners and impossibly stiff.
Then I finally get home and pick up the uniform to find that mum's sent my tie and a SPORTS SHIRT THAT ISN'T EVEN MINE, for fuck's sake. BLOUSE. SHIRT. See the difference? And I remember I forgot to get my ticket, but that's fixable 'cause apparently there are door sales.
The I go upstairs to have a shower and cut my leg shaving. RIVERS AND OCEANS OF BLOOD. Now there is blood ALL OVER MY FLOOR that I can't get off because, hello, carpet.
And the roomates obviously didn't have afternoon lectures and have gone all hard-out with the costumes and I will look dumb and I hate being let down I hate it and I'm miserable and I'm BLEEDING and life sucks so much right now.
Sorry guys. i know you have been hearing a lot of me bitching lately but basically at the moment you're the only people I can talk to when I'm upset;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sixth_light is wonderful and everything, but she's impossibly crap at sympathy, and pretty much no-one else cares, I mean, they're strangers, why would they?
*miserable* So yesterday evening I missed a phonecall from my Dad. Since then I'd been texting him trying to find out what had been up, just in case there was some vital mesage or whatever. He usually texts me back straight away so by this morning I was kinda worried. But finally, five minutes before my first lecture is due to start, he rings me and says "Sorry, that was Freya last night. But just so you know, the tie and blouse you asked us to send down for the party tonight, that you're not going to be able to get at all today, because Friday is hell-day and you are totally busy practically every second? Yeah, well, we arbitrarily decided not to send it down and not to tell you, and how DARE you get angry with us, it's not OUR fault."
There's backstory here: they hadn't had my whole uniform because we threw it out after last year, but I kept a tie and I had a white blouse for some random reason. My mother texted me early last week to say she was sorry she'd thrown the old one out, and I texted her back to tell her not toworry about it. SOMEHOW she construed this to mean "Don't send the stuff I specifically asked you to send down." Anyway, we worked out they could send it down with my grandmother. Fine.
Then ten minutes into my lecture I get me period, and of course I'm wearing white underwear and there isn't a THING I can do about it for at least an hour.
Then I'm late to orchestra and he makes us tune individally and I look like an idiot because I'm crap at tuning, it takes me ages and, worse, the viola I'm borrowing is hardly ever used and both pegs and fine-tuners and impossibly stiff.
Then I finally get home and pick up the uniform to find that mum's sent my tie and a SPORTS SHIRT THAT ISN'T EVEN MINE, for fuck's sake. BLOUSE. SHIRT. See the difference? And I remember I forgot to get my ticket, but that's fixable 'cause apparently there are door sales.
The I go upstairs to have a shower and cut my leg shaving. RIVERS AND OCEANS OF BLOOD. Now there is blood ALL OVER MY FLOOR that I can't get off because, hello, carpet.
And the roomates obviously didn't have afternoon lectures and have gone all hard-out with the costumes and I will look dumb and I hate being let down I hate it and I'm miserable and I'm BLEEDING and life sucks so much right now.
Sorry guys. i know you have been hearing a lot of me bitching lately but basically at the moment you're the only people I can talk to when I'm upset;
sixth_light is wonderful and everything, but she's impossibly crap at sympathy, and pretty much no-one else cares, I mean, they're strangers, why would they?
