I'm cold and I'm wet and I hate you.
Jun. 26th, 2005 04:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikARGH DIE DIE DIE. Fuck you! Fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you too, Mister Teacosy! Fuck you, Murphy, fuck you and the narrative causality you rode in on! Fuck you all! Die! Die a horrible painful death and be consumed by flames forever! And then get chewed on by MAGGOTS! MAGGOTS WITH TEETH!!!1!!
That's IT alright! That's the last straw! I give up! I GIVE UP! I will not give in to your imploding plothole of doom! If giving up is what it takes to thwart your evil plans, so be it! NO MORE!!eleventy!!1!!!
There obviously IS an author of the Universe, and THAT FUCKER is trying to write me a story in which i overcome many obstacles and obtain a happy ending if not the one I expected! Well FUCK YOU, ANNE MARTIN WANNABE!!!1!!1! I'm not going to give in to your narrative BULLSHIT and overcome your fucking SHITLOAD of obstacles.
After nothing, NOTHING between the times of one and eight thirty yesterday went right, and then I had a FUN EVENING, I thought MAYBE the Universe was fucking FINISHED WITH ME. BUT NO!!11!!
I was being bugged to clean my room and my mum was being annoying, but that's NORMAL, that wasn't the Universe fucking with me YET. OH NO. Around THREE THIRTY my parents were about to leave the house, and I was like "Hang on - you guys were supposed to give me a lift to Belvoir Street..." and they were like NO WE WERENT CATCH A BUS and my mum gave me all these timetables and maps and I was like OMGWTF is all this shit? Then I called Jenny to tell her we were catching a bus. her dad said she was out, and he didn't know when she'd be back. Well that's just fucking GREAT.
So I called her mobile, and IT WASN'T ANSWERING. At this point I was kind of pissed off and my mum was running around like a headless chicken making useless suggestions like "Why don't you go over to jenny's house" -she's not there mum- and "Why don't you call again?" and "Why don't you get someone else to come" -about an hour before the thing starts- and "I know! You can take Grandma!"
They finally left, but not before my mother shoved her travelpass at me and said I ought to go and just sell the ticket there. AS IF I KNOW HOW TO DO THAT?! What am I supposed to do, wander up to randoms and go "Have you perchance lost your ticket and want to buy another one?" NO! AS IF I AM DOING THAT!!1!!1
Eventually, after calling Jenny a few more times, I just grabbed my stuff and left the house. After waiting about ten minutes at the bus stop I checked the timetable and realised the bus I was planning on didn't stop there. I'd looked at the wron timetable. By this time even if I went I was going to be late. And they are kind of SUCKY to latecomers. and I wouldn't be able to sell my ticket in any way at ALL if I was late. So I just said, "Fuck this, I'm going home."
THEN IT STARTED RAINING.
That's IT alright! That's the last straw! I give up! I GIVE UP! I will not give in to your imploding plothole of doom! If giving up is what it takes to thwart your evil plans, so be it! NO MORE!!eleventy!!1!!!
There obviously IS an author of the Universe, and THAT FUCKER is trying to write me a story in which i overcome many obstacles and obtain a happy ending if not the one I expected! Well FUCK YOU, ANNE MARTIN WANNABE!!!1!!1! I'm not going to give in to your narrative BULLSHIT and overcome your fucking SHITLOAD of obstacles.
After nothing, NOTHING between the times of one and eight thirty yesterday went right, and then I had a FUN EVENING, I thought MAYBE the Universe was fucking FINISHED WITH ME. BUT NO!!11!!
I was being bugged to clean my room and my mum was being annoying, but that's NORMAL, that wasn't the Universe fucking with me YET. OH NO. Around THREE THIRTY my parents were about to leave the house, and I was like "Hang on - you guys were supposed to give me a lift to Belvoir Street..." and they were like NO WE WERENT CATCH A BUS and my mum gave me all these timetables and maps and I was like OMGWTF is all this shit? Then I called Jenny to tell her we were catching a bus. her dad said she was out, and he didn't know when she'd be back. Well that's just fucking GREAT.
So I called her mobile, and IT WASN'T ANSWERING. At this point I was kind of pissed off and my mum was running around like a headless chicken making useless suggestions like "Why don't you go over to jenny's house" -she's not there mum- and "Why don't you call again?" and "Why don't you get someone else to come" -about an hour before the thing starts- and "I know! You can take Grandma!"
They finally left, but not before my mother shoved her travelpass at me and said I ought to go and just sell the ticket there. AS IF I KNOW HOW TO DO THAT?! What am I supposed to do, wander up to randoms and go "Have you perchance lost your ticket and want to buy another one?" NO! AS IF I AM DOING THAT!!1!!1
Eventually, after calling Jenny a few more times, I just grabbed my stuff and left the house. After waiting about ten minutes at the bus stop I checked the timetable and realised the bus I was planning on didn't stop there. I'd looked at the wron timetable. By this time even if I went I was going to be late. And they are kind of SUCKY to latecomers. and I wouldn't be able to sell my ticket in any way at ALL if I was late. So I just said, "Fuck this, I'm going home."
THEN IT STARTED RAINING.
