Bad Luck Days

OK...a lot of venting coming...

Ironically, I think yesterday was one of the worst days I've had in my life.

It started exactly at 1:42 AM. I get a text message from a female friend of mine whose relationship we had prior to yesterday bordered on being serious. (She's into scientology and worked in St. Louis - two hours south of where I live. She used to live in my area until a couple of months ago.)

She tells me she's in Los Angeles, California and will be there for a month and can't call. (Why, I don't know.) She's receiving job training for her job down in Florida. (She had told me she might move to Florida for a scientology job in a month or two.)

So that just confirms that she will be moving to Florida and that before she moves I won't even be able to talk to her. Well, that's just fucking wonderful. Considering that I live in Illinois and go to school in Illinois, I'll probably never see her again unless she comes back to her parent's house around where I live or if I drive to Florida.

So much for that relationship we had been building for a year and a half.

So then after lunch I start playing Resident Evil 4 and then have to stop to get packed because I have to go to my mom's. I have had Resident Evil 4 since December of last year and still haven't finished the fucking thing since I was too busy during my spring semester. What really pissed me off was not that I had to stop, it was that every other fucking weekend since I was 16, I've always had to drop whatever I was doing and let myself get jerked back to my mom's house. You'd think I'd cool down by now since I've been doing it for over five years...noo...It's still as infuriating as ever - being forced to quit something by being whined and bitched and moaned at.

Then I was uploading part of a group project I was doing for a mod for another website - and of course Yousendit has to time out on me right before I'm ready to leave. I try uploading it again with sendspace.com before I left, and when I checked my e-mail at my mom's after it should have finished uploading....nothing. Somebody must have closed the window after I left my dad's or it timed out. Now I get to upload a 200MB file in bits on pieces on my mom's dial-up connection overnight since there is only one phone line in the house and she's on the phone constantly.

I have an ingrown toenail and my mom insists it's my shoes and tells me I must buy new shoes since my old shoes "press on the toenail." Well...my old shoes have plenty of room but I can't tell her that. But I go to the store anyway and couldn't find any style of shoes that I liked. So I spend 45 minutes or so dicking around with that. I try on the biggest pair they have...size 14...and.... they're tighter than my old shoes. Fuck. I just got mad and left.

I'm starving so I go through Wendy's drive through and order some fries...and an old female acquaintance from high school was at the window and tells me to come inside. She tells me to come back at such and such time because she's off....but I can't because I have to fucking go back to my mom's house. It would have been nice to get my mind off of my good friend/girlfriend I lost to scientology. I know you're thinking something like "just go back after going to your mom's" or something. Trust me, with where she lives and 10,000 other factors, it wouldn't work. My mom's sympathetic about my friend, but didn't give a rat's ass that because I had to go to her house I lost the chance to meet up with an old friend at the very least.

I swear, I'm not putting up with this shit again next summer.

Jam it back in, in the dark.