So I get back to Chesapeake around 3:30 on Thursday afternoon, and decide to run in Ross just to see if I would like it as much as I used to. Well, it sucked. And I had to report some punks stealing pants, which really ticked me off. After I was done, I took me almost an hour to get home. For anyone who isn't me and wouldn't know, the trip from this particular Ross back to my parents house should take 10-15 minutes. Thanks, Hampton Roads traffic.
I finally get home and immediately start working on yard sale stuff. It took me almost 5 hours of sorting and going through boxes of donations before I could finally walk in my room. I don't even have a bed! Why? Because I have all of my things I just moved back from Cville plus half a room of boxes, floor to ceiling, for my yard sale. Well after all of that, I was dead tired. Talked to Mom for a bit and then conked out on the tiny, little loveseat in the living room.
Fast forward to 2am. I wake up to Mom watching Millionaire and I'm just so cranky and starved. So what to do? Eat rocky road ice cream. Seriously, a huge bowl. I fall back asleep and proceed to have terrible dreams. I won't go into too much detail since this is more so a rant of random happenings over the past day or two. So interesting I know. Anyways, these dreams had to do with, like, every single person that means anything to me, betraying me, lying to me, hurting me, or talking smack. I woke up at 8am in the worst mood in a long, long time.
I then proceed to obtain a credit report. Well, attempt to do so. I try the first service, and they say my information doesn't match so I will have to send an application via snail mail. Sorry, but future landlady needs it this weekend. So I try the next service only to find out they don't offer online results. Third time is the charm, right? Well as I begin to put in my info, the Mac starts to die. Frantically, I'm searching the house all over for the charger. It was nowhere to be found, so I try to hurry through... only to have the computer die as soon as I complete the form. So then I have to pull out my laptop, turn it on, and wait seventeen and half years for it to boot up. Get on, fill out the jank, and finish.... with an actual credit report! Hallelujah! Now off to print!
Then I get to the printer, full of joy, only to realize I don't have to software to connect my computer and the printer. No big deal, I hear you can go online and download the stuff! So, what to do? I get online, find the stuff, and go to upload it, only to have it lock up my computer. Yay. Time to reboot. After my computer restarts, I finally print my report... until the printer runs out of frikkin paper!!! I am not kidding. I was getting SO tired of it. Then, as I celebrate my completed, printed credit report, I glance down and notice it is 11:40am. Awesome I think. Nope! Because then I realize that I have a dentist appointment at 12:15... somewhere that is about 20-25 minutes away (if one is driving the speed limit). No big deal except... I'm still in pajamas, haven't brushed my teeth, hadn't eaten anything... nothing. Straight out of bed and totally grumpy.
I jump in the shower, do what I gotta do, and get out. I run to my truck, speed awa...err... I mean responsibly drive toward the dentist office and just as I get to the exWHAAACK! A frikkin rock smashes into my windshield. It seriously looks like I was shot at. I have a nice, half-dollar size chunk taken out of my windshield. Glorious. On the plus side, I have no cavities... oh, but wait. Apparently, I grind my teeth and therefore have jagged front teeth, flat canines, and flat molars. Great, huh?
I did get to spend 4 hours at Starbucks with my BFF2 and then came home to get down again, then up when my sister and her family came in from Michigan for this crazy family reunion this weekend.
I think it boils down to this: I miss Charlottesville, my special people there, my independence, and my responsibility. Just as I begin to get close to people in Cville, I have to leave for the summer. Bleh. Being back home is nice, but I like being on my own. And the biggest thing, I can't take doing nothing. It's nice for a few days, maybe a week or two, but this is crazy... it drive me crazy. So, I am looking forward to a job this summer back in Cville, making some money -because I also realized this week I have...none? - and getting my own place.
Here's to hoping I get over this bad day[s] thing. In the meantime:
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