mood: at wit's end
music: the throbbing of my brain
CPCetc: a break! all i want is a break!!!

Here is a quick summarisation of everything that has sucked since I got home from rehearsal an hour and fifteen minutes ago. Ahem.
1. Mum, in her continuing state of sudden bitchdom, decided to flare on me for all of the people who have yet to fully contact her about solo-n-ensemble. In an attempt to resolve the issues a bit, I call up Paiga and figure out a quick time when she can meet with my mother. Unfortunately for Paiga, I manage to run closer to the end of my thread, thus seeming really short with her. ::huggles Paiga for prior terseness:: Also, when the address box fell out of the sky for no apparent reason, she walked in here and asked if it was me. I responded that I didn't know what it was. Now, all of the addresses that were staying nice and quiet in their little box were strewn across the floor. She walked away after stating, rather matter-of-factly that they needed to be picked up. Gee, Mum. Thanks. Thanks a whole fucking lot.
2. I owe ISU one-hundred-thirty fucking dollars. That is money that a.) I don't have and 2.) I won't have for a very long time. ...This only strenghthens both my resolve to filch something from them before I leave this town and my belief that they're the universities run by a bunch of nazis.
3. I have, as of yet, no possible way of escaping my house tonight, which I need to do desperately because the walls are starting to cave in and I'm feeling myself going crazy. I really don't have time for a mental breakdown. I hardly have time to think.
So, yes. Basically, if you find yourself on the very edges of boredom tonight, please call me. You are welcome--nay! Encouraged!--to come kidnap me and do whatever you want with me, so long as it doesn't involve anything that would disrupt the quiet pond that is monogamy or Hilary Duff. However, the first of those is more important to me than the second.
I'm going to go cry or do something else that crazy people do. Read bad RPS, perhaps?


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