I'm back from Austin.
It was insane.
Friday night on the drive over we kept losing each other because the car leading kept driving too fast. We were in Houston forever (Houston is a black hole). My period started and of course I couldn't get my keeper in. I took a long time trying and was finally like, "Fuck it' and got some bads. So then they thought I was sick because I was in the bathroom for so long so they wanted to get someone else to drive my car. I, being frustrated, wanted to drive because, well, I was in the mood to drive. It was annoying because Caitlin was all like, "It would make your passengers much more comfortable if someone else drove." I explained my problem to her (sort of). I was so fucking annoyed. Then entire trip they kept making bullshit comments about me almost hitting people and then people in the car with me said that they were completely secure with my driving.... ugh. I am so done with that group. They kept talking down to me and I just felt really unwelcome.
Luckily, I was with the British girls most of the time and they're nice (even if everyone else thought they were snobby but they just suck).
Right, so we finally made it to Austin and I stayed in the room with the British girls--they were also my passengers the entire trip--my car was me and three British girls. Yay.
Anyway, so Saturday. The conference was neat although a bit long and much smaller than we expected (less than 20 people).
Saturday night. We were walking around downtown and then band stopped one of the British girls and started playing for her. She ended up taking them to dinner with us and then they were going to go see some band. Well, I was intending to go with them until this other guy said he was going to go see some emo band and of course I wanted to go see some emo band so I was going to go with them. So, the British girls leave and then Chris won't fucking go to the show because no one else was going. I was pissed. Everyone else was going to see this guy we know who lives in Austin and I know for sure that this particular guy doesn't like me. (One of those bastards who acts like he's my friend and then fucking blocks me on AIM) So, since I didn't want to go back to the hotel by myself I had to go to the guy's place. I was so upset. I wrote for awhile and then called my friend in Florida and talked to her until my phone card ran out of minutes. I was so miserable.
Then the drive home tonight I was following the other car and he missed a turn and we ended up in fucking San Antonio adding an extra two hours to the trip... Aurgh. Finally we got to I-10 and I lost those motherfuckers and it was just me and the British girls.
I've had so much coffee tonight. Anyway, the drive back was nice.
So, here I am. And now I'm going to clean my piercing.
It was insane.
Friday night on the drive over we kept losing each other because the car leading kept driving too fast. We were in Houston forever (Houston is a black hole). My period started and of course I couldn't get my keeper in. I took a long time trying and was finally like, "Fuck it' and got some bads. So then they thought I was sick because I was in the bathroom for so long so they wanted to get someone else to drive my car. I, being frustrated, wanted to drive because, well, I was in the mood to drive. It was annoying because Caitlin was all like, "It would make your passengers much more comfortable if someone else drove." I explained my problem to her (sort of). I was so fucking annoyed. Then entire trip they kept making bullshit comments about me almost hitting people and then people in the car with me said that they were completely secure with my driving.... ugh. I am so done with that group. They kept talking down to me and I just felt really unwelcome.
Luckily, I was with the British girls most of the time and they're nice (even if everyone else thought they were snobby but they just suck).
Right, so we finally made it to Austin and I stayed in the room with the British girls--they were also my passengers the entire trip--my car was me and three British girls. Yay.
Anyway, so Saturday. The conference was neat although a bit long and much smaller than we expected (less than 20 people).
Saturday night. We were walking around downtown and then band stopped one of the British girls and started playing for her. She ended up taking them to dinner with us and then they were going to go see some band. Well, I was intending to go with them until this other guy said he was going to go see some emo band and of course I wanted to go see some emo band so I was going to go with them. So, the British girls leave and then Chris won't fucking go to the show because no one else was going. I was pissed. Everyone else was going to see this guy we know who lives in Austin and I know for sure that this particular guy doesn't like me. (One of those bastards who acts like he's my friend and then fucking blocks me on AIM) So, since I didn't want to go back to the hotel by myself I had to go to the guy's place. I was so upset. I wrote for awhile and then called my friend in Florida and talked to her until my phone card ran out of minutes. I was so miserable.
Then the drive home tonight I was following the other car and he missed a turn and we ended up in fucking San Antonio adding an extra two hours to the trip... Aurgh. Finally we got to I-10 and I lost those motherfuckers and it was just me and the British girls.
I've had so much coffee tonight. Anyway, the drive back was nice.
So, here I am. And now I'm going to clean my piercing.
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Sorry your trip was less-than-stellar. Next time you come to Austin, I'll be your emergency on-call fun-time rescue worker.
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