So, last night I got it into my head that I would do something spontaneous and make a fairly long all-night drive to go so a friend. About 5 minutes later at 9 or 9:30, I hop into my Mom's car (she's out of town and hers has 4-wheel drive so I opt to take it since it could be slick out there) and hit the road. It's pretty dark out and I'm tired from a mind-numbing day at work and having to wake up so early to take my mother and her husband to the airport for their honeymoon (Hawaii).
About an hour or two down the road...
I'm blasting loud music to keep myself awake and going over what I'll say when I get there since no one knows I'm going when...
Shit. I didn't even realize I was speeding. Why didn't I use cruise control? Shit!
I pull over, fumble around and locate the car registration and then begin to search for my purse.
It is just not here.
How did I forget it? How could this happen? I haven't been pulled over in six years and it is the ONE time I forget my purse? I never forget my purse! Agh!
*tap tap tap* and a blinding flashlight light. I roll down my window and fork over my registration and apologetically stammer that I must have forgotten my purse but I [i]do[/i] have a license.
The officer takes my full name, date of birth, etc etc. and walks back to his car.
Again I frantically search for my purse. It's something to distract me from the fact that I'm probably about to get a very expensive ticket since apparently I was speeding (85 in a 70...I didn't even notice I was so wrapped up in my own little world) and don't have my license on me (I've heard that adds at least an extra $60 bucks onto tickets).
The purse is still not there. It was failed to materialize. Damn.
The officer comes back, hands me my ticket, and walks off.
Shit. I should have tried that whole flirting thing. Why didn't I think of that? Oh wait, I know why, it's because I'm hopeless in situations like this! Actually, it's probably good I didn't try because I would have most likely made a complete fool of myself and then been accused of drunkenness or something.
Okay, okay, don't look at the ticket now. Look at it later. No stress.......wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.
Okay, I should keep going. But I need gas.
Holy hell. I don't have my purse. SHIT! Well...now I really don't have a choice. I have to go back. Do I even have enough gas?
I turn off the heaters and anything that might consume fuel and turn around, back to Spokane.
I was nearly halfway there too. *sigh*
As I get nearer and nearer to Spokane I keep a hawkeye on my gas light.
It goes on about 34 miles outside of Spokane. GODDAMMIT! I don't know what kind of mileage this car gets. I really might not make it....
Well, kinda. Atheism should make prayer difficult but when I get into a crisis I stilll manage to pray and wish and hope my damn heart out!
20 miles left. The gas light is still glowing. The little thinger (why can I not think of the word) is ON empty now.
10 miles to go. Past empty now... oh gods...let me make it home, please please please.
I've entered Spokane! Okay okay, past empty still, I could make it. I just have about 5 miles to my house.
There's Hatch Hill! GO CAR GO! UP UP UP!
Holy shit. Is that the engine sputtering? SHIT! GO YOU INFERNAL MACHINE!
My street! It's all downhill! I can at least coast into my driveway now if I need to!
SCORE! I made it! YES!
Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Mr. Car! In the morning I'll take my car and buy some precious fuel for you.
Ooooookay. Crisis over. Next crisis. Right. The ticket. It's been pressed between my knees which I didn't realize (ow) were jamming against each other pretty hard through all of this stress.
I pull the little slip of green paper out. Hey! He didn't charge me for not having my license! That's great! But...
Mother of Hades. Sweet Zombie Jesus.
After stupid taxes that's almost all of my December paycheck since I was off for 10 days.
The other money will have to go to replacing that gas too.
I slump out of the car and into the house.
There is the damn purse. RIGHT THERE. Why didn't I pick it up? Blarg.
So the lesson here is... I should [b]never[/b] try to do cool impulsive things. Ever. I can't even make a 300 mile drive without spending a month's salary, almost running out of gas, freezing in the process of doing so because it takes stupid gas to use the heater, and giving myself weird knee bruises.
Okay, so I SHOULD be studying for my physics midterm tomorrow but instead I'm listening to Assemblage 23 and trying to decide if I should dye my hair. Black and long is sexy... but that just blocks out the other plethora of color options I have (the favorite being blue or red mixed with black). Then there is the ooption of natural hair color which is somewhat tempting ... but not really. I dunno what to do! I'm thinking black is probably the best way to go.
In other news my navel is healing nicely, I'll go punch the next to holes in it right after Christmas (would go before but as there is a boy who wants to do dirty things to me...well, I just don't want to put the sexy lil' things through too much action just yet).
I'm tired. But I can't go to sleep. I have to study! But I probably won't get too much done. Physics... once you know it there isn't a great way to study aside from doing problems over and over and even doing that just doesn't gaurantee you'll do well on the test. Well, and now that I've proofed Will's college essay I don't have much to do to procrastinate (aside from possibly dying my hair RAWR!). Bleh too tired to really get much done. I had to get up freakishly early (okay so 8 isn't freakish, but when you're up til 3am it feels like it is) to do homework. I hit the Chem study center and didn't get done studying and homeworking til after lab got out at 5:30, at which point I came home to do MORE homework and studying. Fun stuff.
Is this boring or is it just me? Hah, and I don't even have to read it (though, neither do you, and why you're STILL reading I can't fathom... ... OMG STOP IT ALREADY!).
Okay, I'm gonna go dance around in my panties and then soak me belly and then either dye my hair or collapse of exhaustion.
I don't have much to say... I changed my major AGAIN (chemistry and yes, i am crazy). Brian wants to go see Zao sometime when they come. Looking for an apartment. Not going home for spring break (not doing that anymore, it's just a B A D idea in general).
I wanna go DO something, even if it does involve a split lip and near concussions!
blah blah blah
i'll eventually think of SOMETHING to say...
Hmmm gonna curl up in bed and watch Invader Zim or something silly. Always way more funny to watch funny things with someone else though hrmmm. Sweet dreams.
So last night I got to go see HIMSA! It was a night of mixed feelings...I ended up coming home with a busted lip that is so swollen...the guys keep laughing at me. There's also still dried blood on it that i can't get off...ew. I also have a bruse on the side of my face near my left eye that is all spotty and red and my jaw hurts when I close it...I'm kinda worried it might be a little dislocated or something because it's incredibly painful to do things that I normally do like, um, close my mouth.
Aaron, Brian, and I bused over to the show (couldn't get ahold of Kwazi for a ride) and froze our asses off in line for 1 1/2 hours (the doors opened late, of course, as they always do when it's too cold outside). We got in and grabbed a good spot in the second row in the middle...well Aaron did. I tend to grob a spot on the front right but to the side of the stage because it's easier to maintain and, as you'll find out, safer.
The first band was Countdown to life. Very good metalxcore, but their set was cut short because the singer was a bit off center most of the show and ended up falling and hurting his ankle. You could also see his tighty whities everytime he jumped up and down =0
After they finished I managed to push up to the front row and grab onto the stage (yay, fresh air and less pain *usually*). Brian was right behind me and Aaron was pretty close.
3 Inches of Blood came on next. Straight up metal band (no hxc influence) and gotta say didn't like em so much. During their second song a crowd surfer landed on my neck and head and i got slammed face first into a little platform on the stage which split open my lip (blood all over my hands) and messed up my jaw. But, you know, I was okay. I stuck it out through the rest of the shitty set. During the last 20 seconds of 3 Inches of Blood's set (no exaggeration) another crowd surfer landed on me, feet first, smacking striaght into my head. By this time I'd gotten pushed left a bit so was at the very edge of the little platform on the stage. My temple splammed right down on the corner of it, barely missing my eye. The set ended and I was crying (it fucking hurt!) and I was dizzy. Brian pulled me out.
He pretty much had to hold me up the entire way out. I was kind of delerious and everytime a person rammed into me I started to go limp (think I was just messed up and kind of paranoid at that point). He got me over by the door and against a wall and bought some water (just a weird thing, he asked how much water was, they said how many do you want and he said 2 and handed them a five dollar bill...they gave him two waters and put the rest of the money in the tip jar. Lol didn't even ask...and usually wouldn't be a big deal, except Brian was down to the last of his money for the quarter =/ just kinda sucked).
After I could stand up we went to the back of the venue and suffered through the Accused (not my type of music). Brian kept asking if I wanted to leave. Glad I stuck it out. Himsa were amazing even if I couldn't watch them from the front like I usually do (it's a lot more fun that way). After that we bought shirts and a DVD (well I payed for mine and part of Brian's ...he was really sweet) and we caught the bus home after loitering in Subway til our bus came. We bought a pack of chips so that they'd have to let us stay (the guy was glaring at us though hehe).
So anyways, today i have a massive swollen lip, a bruise on the side of my head, it hurts to blink, i can't close my mouth...I look like I got beat up. Jebus.
But I'm glad I went. It was good overall.
We also killed TRC today. 3/4 of the way to Time.
The next week sucks. I have a 10 page paper, a psyc project, and a Soc test ALL on Friday =/
Interpol -- GREAT live but sucky crowd. Pretty much no one moved. There was a fair amount of head bobbing but I felt retarded dancing when only 3 other people were... until I just stopped caring... but yeah. Good show live and now I wish I had the money to buy a bass.
Even better ... Saturday ... La Corazon (ex the Graceland) ... HIMSA!!! 3 Inches of Blood also playing. Going with Kwazi, Brian, and Aaron. Weeeeeeeeee!!
Also sick as fuck. Zen told me sounds like I have mono but doubt it since I'm feeling a little better after day three (thank "god").
Addicted to my WoW warrior. DoN is cool too. DV and I opened the Broodlands for the ENTIRE server since we were first to finish the access quest. Wow I'm a nerd, yay?
On a more informative note...I actually did okay on my last minute horribly written history paper. 3.3 ...coulda been MUCH worse. I figured I'd come out with a 2.5 so that was a pleasant suprise. I also figured out that when I can actually sit up and pay attention in that class it's pretty damn interesting. Why am I so inclined to SLEEP during the interesting ones? No wonder I hate school. I'm bored through the lectures I'm awake for and dead asleep in the ones I'd LIKE to hear.
Also...group projects = devil when (a) you're a semi-perfectionist (group projects always bring this out in me), (b) you don't like people, and (c) you and one or more of you group members are all opinionated individuals.
And all of a sudden my priest on WoW got a lot more fun. So killing things 2 levels higher than you is hard... so ummm...anhilate everything 4 levels UNDER you!!! muahahaha!
I was actually reading it today...and is it weird to find your own old journal entries really interesting/entertaining and sometimes even clever?? Wow I think I'm pompous! ...intriguing...
Anyways, the reason I'm back and was checking my old journal and stuff was because an online friend Robin (a.k.a. Pepito -- go go Squee!) sent me his link and the whole LJ thing just got interesting again so coooooooooooooool, right? Now I get to waste more time online (yipee!)