Today was kind of stressful. The day got off to a pretty bad start because I left my wallet at home, and my wallet has all of my cash, my driver's license, my student ID card -- which I need to access the library and the radio station. I was driving down US1 when I realized I was wallet-less, so I turned off and went back home. Oh, this? This was fun. I spent 10 minutes, and I swear to fuck it was the longest 10 minutes ever, probably because I was scared I was going to be late to a class I actually enjoy.I left my wallet in the pants I wore last night, and I guess I was pretty tired since I usually just slap it down on the bedside table. I couldn't find my pants. I couldn't remember if I put it in the hamper, or I put it in the washer, and I spent way too much time sorting through the laundry. It turns out I left it in my bathroom, which was a really stupid move in hindsight, but I was tired and needed to take a shower, and I forgot to go back and grab the pants. And my wallet.
Ack. So I left the house a half hour later than I wanted to. I managed to get to school early, but that was only because I drove really recklessly. I'm surprised I arrived in one piece.
Then I go to the vending machines and put a dollar in the machine and grabbed my morning Diet Coke. The cap was glued on. I tried opening the thing for five minutes. I brought it into class, and I asked the girls I sit with to try to open it so I would know it wasn't just my lame, pussy wet noodle arms that couldn't open up a simple bottle of soda. Yeah. The first girl couldn't do it, and then the second girl tried it, and when the third girl couldn't do it, I went off scouting for a boy to open the bottle. I was kind of hoping he couldn't. I didn't want to look like a weak, helpless, stupid girl. But he opened it. He struggled a little. Hm. I probably should've found a guy who didn't have biceps bigger than my head.
After that, there was some scheduling confusion at WVUM. I almost cursed out LilJackKnife via voicemail, but I wasn't that angry about it. I was just a little pissy about my chaotic morning. She was in class. I wouldn't have called her if she was in class; I would've just resolved the issue later. Anyhow, I did an hour of radio. I need to get a new time slot for my show. I didn't play the Raveonettes because I couldn't find it in rotation. It was probably there; I'm just blind sometimes. I did play Godzuki, though.
I'm listening to The Swingin' Neckbreakers right now. They make me happy.
Ack. So I left the house a half hour later than I wanted to. I managed to get to school early, but that was only because I drove really recklessly. I'm surprised I arrived in one piece.
Then I go to the vending machines and put a dollar in the machine and grabbed my morning Diet Coke. The cap was glued on. I tried opening the thing for five minutes. I brought it into class, and I asked the girls I sit with to try to open it so I would know it wasn't just my lame, pussy wet noodle arms that couldn't open up a simple bottle of soda. Yeah. The first girl couldn't do it, and then the second girl tried it, and when the third girl couldn't do it, I went off scouting for a boy to open the bottle. I was kind of hoping he couldn't. I didn't want to look like a weak, helpless, stupid girl. But he opened it. He struggled a little. Hm. I probably should've found a guy who didn't have biceps bigger than my head.
After that, there was some scheduling confusion at WVUM. I almost cursed out LilJackKnife via voicemail, but I wasn't that angry about it. I was just a little pissy about my chaotic morning. She was in class. I wouldn't have called her if she was in class; I would've just resolved the issue later. Anyhow, I did an hour of radio. I need to get a new time slot for my show. I didn't play the Raveonettes because I couldn't find it in rotation. It was probably there; I'm just blind sometimes. I did play Godzuki, though.
I'm listening to The Swingin' Neckbreakers right now. They make me happy.
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If I couldn't get a bottle open, then big-bicep-people are exactly who I'd look for. Moral of the story - drink Diet Pepsi!