i dont trust myself with loving you

Okay so you know those days that you can just tell aren’t going to go your way? From the moment you wake up you just have a feeling that you aren’t going to like what lies in your path during the next 24 hours. Blah.

August 30, 2010

Woke up stiff all over my whole body, with the combination of Benadryl which knocked me out and caused me to sleep in the same position all night to a hard Japanese futon bed my body was screaming at me.

Got in the shower got ready, put my cute hat on the go out and brave the sprinkling rain when much to my surprise it was raining elephants and squirrels. Can you say cloud burst? So I think to myself, I will watch gossip girl until the rain stops then I will go out and find wifi so I can work for Lynnette. A whole gossip girl disc later it’s still pouring and I have done nothing with my day. My day that was supposed to be so productive.

Once the rain stopped I went to run some errands. This led me to become overwhelmed with all the expenses in my independent life.

I tried to shake of this bad ora that was following me around and went to my friends house.

My day seemed to be turning around. Think again. Around midnight as I was about to leave my brain starts to work normally and smacks me in the face with a thought. "I left my keys in Makel's car" SHOOT. She is asleep I’m sure and not only can I not drive my car I can’t get into my apartment. Oh yeah and my laptop, purse amongst other valuables are left in my car. My luck eases up once we realize Cortney left the door unlocked and we were able to get my stuff out no big deal. Cortney then lets me take her car so I’m not completely stranded. So me and UH take our journey to my apartment. I'm feeling relieved until it again dawns on me that I can’t get into my apartment and most likely my roomie is asleep. I go to text her so it’s not such a rude awakening and what happens? My phone dies. Leaving me vulnerable and agitated. I decide to be abrupt and knock/ring the doorbell to get inside my apartment. She comes all disoriented and panicked I’m sure. I go into my room hoping I can just go to bed... I decided to clean up a little bit and get rid of the few boxes and stuff littering my room. Long story short as I am trying to get a storage box out of my closet my nail polish box comes crashing to the floor somehow shattering a bottle of bright pink nail polish ALL OVER my apartment carpet. If I didn’t want to swear already I for sure did now. What do you do? What was I supposed to do? I didn’t have my own car its one o clock in the morning and there is nail polish all over my carpet. And my beloved turquoise ring. Anyone who knows me knows I can’t be trusted with A. Bleach, B. nail polish and C. (occasionally) Parmesan cheese. So I get on my now charging phone to see if I can find a remedy to remove this pink disaster. I head over to wal-mart to get what I needed, to then realize that I didn't have my debit card. Where is my debit card? Oh I don’t know not it my purse, not in my pocket... Maybe in my car? Maybe in the Zion’s bank atm machine. I still don’t know.

So I then proceeded to scrub my carpet until my arm was going to fall off. Not being able to worry about my card because I didn’t have the time, energy or resources to find the blasted thing.

The stain is almost gone. My room smells like a Korean nail salon. I opened the window to air it out and woke up shivering. Blah.

All I can say is... another day.... better luck? We’ll see its only noon.