oh yeah
this weekend could go down as one of the worst ever
i guess i should start with thursday,because that is when my weekend starts, which i kind of already went over
thursday:
spent money on drinks
didn't get drunk
got assaulted by some creepy fuck who forced his vile tongue down my throat
friday:
spent even more money on drinks
actually got drunk, too drunk
ended up in a hotel room with my best friend's brother (the engaged one who always tries to kiss me) and his friends. I didn't want to go all the way home by myself at 3am, and they had 2 hotel rooms because they had meetings all weekend at work, so their company paid for them to stay in the city. somehow i ended up in one of the two rooms with my best friend's brother. he tried to sleep with me all night, i don't know at what point the word no and the word stop ceased in their meanings. "no, stop, you are engaged, you are my best friend's brother, no, no, you can't do that, stop touching me...."
you get the picture
and i couldn't even leave, because i didn't know where the other hotel room was (with the rest of the friends) and i was in long island city no where near a subway with no money.
awesome
saturday:
watched movies and tv all day. the best day of my weekend.
sunday:
wake up
leave my apartment around 3 to go move my car
and guess what??!?
someone broke into my car trying to steal the radio
BUT THEY DIDN'T EVEN STEAL THE RADIO
because it is a 1996 and doesn't even have a CD player
you know what they did steal??
THE FUCKING TWO CASES OF BOTTLED WATER IN MY TRUNK
what the fuck???? is that some kind of joke??
I don't know what to do in this situation, so I call my dad. I called him 8 times. he doesn't answer once. So I tape up the window and decide I should drive my car to NJ to keep it there until I can fix the window. I drive to NJ, where my dad is laying on the couch watching football. He was just ignoring my phone calls because "he was sick and didn't feel like answering the phone". Which is fine, but when i call 8 fucking time, maybe IT IS IMPORTANT!! asshole...
then he starts to yell at me. about waiting so long to sell my car, about not respecting him and not appreciating him. about how he has to deal with this problem now.
Then I got to hear all of the same bullshit in the car as he drives me back to the train, along with how I cost him too much money.
Now I have to fix the window before I can sell my car. I told my dad to let me take care of it because I don't want to hear his bitching, that made him even more angry.
I took the train back to the city, and 5 hours later I was back in my apartment.
I have the worst headache now...I feel like someone hit me in the back of the head with a bat.
the morals of my weekend:
-staying in and never going out is all I should ever do. going out has not lead to anything good in a while.
-I need a fucking job so I can stop relying on my father because he stresses me out so much I literally feel nauseous.
on another note-
i applied for a job at a lab by my school. two of my friends from class work there. they give benefits even to part time workers AND pay for my tuition. I need that job, so everyone cross your fingers for me.
oh and also keep your fingers crossed because I have to go to the doctor this weekend because of a lump i found in my right breast.
yeah i made this entry a little too personal. i might need to change it in the morning. i am too upset to care right now. or maybe i will be lucky and you will all have gotten tired of reading half-way and missed the last part.
this weekend could go down as one of the worst ever
i guess i should start with thursday,because that is when my weekend starts, which i kind of already went over
thursday:
spent money on drinks
didn't get drunk
got assaulted by some creepy fuck who forced his vile tongue down my throat
friday:
spent even more money on drinks
actually got drunk, too drunk
ended up in a hotel room with my best friend's brother (the engaged one who always tries to kiss me) and his friends. I didn't want to go all the way home by myself at 3am, and they had 2 hotel rooms because they had meetings all weekend at work, so their company paid for them to stay in the city. somehow i ended up in one of the two rooms with my best friend's brother. he tried to sleep with me all night, i don't know at what point the word no and the word stop ceased in their meanings. "no, stop, you are engaged, you are my best friend's brother, no, no, you can't do that, stop touching me...."
you get the picture
and i couldn't even leave, because i didn't know where the other hotel room was (with the rest of the friends) and i was in long island city no where near a subway with no money.
awesome
saturday:
watched movies and tv all day. the best day of my weekend.
sunday:
wake up
leave my apartment around 3 to go move my car
and guess what??!?
someone broke into my car trying to steal the radio
BUT THEY DIDN'T EVEN STEAL THE RADIO
because it is a 1996 and doesn't even have a CD player
you know what they did steal??
THE FUCKING TWO CASES OF BOTTLED WATER IN MY TRUNK
what the fuck???? is that some kind of joke??
I don't know what to do in this situation, so I call my dad. I called him 8 times. he doesn't answer once. So I tape up the window and decide I should drive my car to NJ to keep it there until I can fix the window. I drive to NJ, where my dad is laying on the couch watching football. He was just ignoring my phone calls because "he was sick and didn't feel like answering the phone". Which is fine, but when i call 8 fucking time, maybe IT IS IMPORTANT!! asshole...
then he starts to yell at me. about waiting so long to sell my car, about not respecting him and not appreciating him. about how he has to deal with this problem now.
Then I got to hear all of the same bullshit in the car as he drives me back to the train, along with how I cost him too much money.
Now I have to fix the window before I can sell my car. I told my dad to let me take care of it because I don't want to hear his bitching, that made him even more angry.
I took the train back to the city, and 5 hours later I was back in my apartment.
I have the worst headache now...I feel like someone hit me in the back of the head with a bat.
the morals of my weekend:
-staying in and never going out is all I should ever do. going out has not lead to anything good in a while.
-I need a fucking job so I can stop relying on my father because he stresses me out so much I literally feel nauseous.
on another note-
i applied for a job at a lab by my school. two of my friends from class work there. they give benefits even to part time workers AND pay for my tuition. I need that job, so everyone cross your fingers for me.
oh and also keep your fingers crossed because I have to go to the doctor this weekend because of a lump i found in my right breast.
yeah i made this entry a little too personal. i might need to change it in the morning. i am too upset to care right now. or maybe i will be lucky and you will all have gotten tired of reading half-way and missed the last part.
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A lot of car insurances will pay for window replacements without raising your rates, so you might want to check with them. I know this from getting broken into about once a month when I lived in Baltimore! I never kept ANYTHING in my car. I had my jumper cables stolen, never replaced them, then some extra mace was stolen, never replaced it, then I'd just get the windows broken out. No one ever took my maps . . .
Good luck with the doctor.