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Life's a Bitch
Feb. 4th, 2004 04:05 pmI love my parents. Every once in a while something happens that reminds me all over again at how much I love my parents and am extremely glad and grateful they are my parents. Usually it's something incredibly stupid and costly that I did, and this past weekend was no exception.
It all started out with me getting conned into going to Virginia Tech. Originally it was only Anne who was supposed to go, but as Erica didn't have enough room at for Anne at the place she was staying, Anne called my brothers to ask if she could stay at their apartment for the night. Brandon, being Brandon, said that I had to come down if my roommate was going to stay in their apartment. This lead to me thinking that if I'm going to go to Tech, then I may as well drive down there as I haven't driven the truck in a while and it needed to be moved.
The drive down was just painful. I've never been a very good follower of people, and this time it was no exception. Erica, my catering boss, was going to drive ahead while I followed. She was going like 55 because she was on the phone with someone who had come crying to her because she didn't get into Grad School. Ugh. And to make matter worse we were heading west as the sun went down! Never have my eyes hurt so much! Not even while I was driving at night and being blinded by the headlights of other cars!
So I was at Tech, didn't do much exciting but drink a little Pucker and watch a few movies. Saw "The Italian Job" and boy am I glad that I never saw that in the theatre like I wanted too. I never would have believed that a heist movie could be so boring if I hadn't seen that movie. And we also watched "The Boondock Saints" which was a freaking awesome movie. Of course I might just be a little impartial because I have a thing for guys with accents. Especially Irish ones. Soooo sexy. *drools*
Of course, me being me, I was initially all about the slash that I saw between the two Irish guys on screen. It didn't even occur to me that they might be brothers, much less twins, because they don't look anything alike. Imagine my surprise as I'm happily slashing them in my mind only to go online two days later and find out that I'm reading twincest. And now I can't stop. All because I was under the mistaken impression that they weren't related. And it's like a train wreck (much like RPS), because once you look you don't want to stop looking until you either get blasted off the road or it just becomes too horrible to look at.
Anyway, not my point at all. My point is that when I finally managed to make it back to RMWC and am in the parking lot, with very little problems, I thought I was home free. I looked myself in the mirror and said, "Take that, you stupid woman's intuition! Absolutely nothing went horribly wrong! Ha! Hahahahaaaaa!"
...*sigh*... One day, I'm sure I'll learn.
And it's really no fun looking in the mirror and your little subconscious is sneering at you going, "Neener neener neener! I told you so! Ha! Dumbass!" and then continuing on in that vein until you just want to squash it like one of those bugs on the windshield.
That is, Heather got into her first accident that actually involved another car. Never before have I felt like such a dumbass. Anne says that it had been her she would have panicked. I didn't, tho'. Strangely enough, I was fairly calm for all that I just ran into another car. Well, calm and just a little bit furious at myself for doing something so stupid. And feeling like a complete idiot. Ok, so I was fucking pissed off at myself. And feeling like the biggest idiot to ever grace this existence.
And absolutely terrified that my parents are going to hate me forever. Which is totally ludicrous, because no matter what type of boneheaded things that I do I know that they'll still love me. And that they'll love me until the day that they die. It's nice to be reminded every once in a while. But does it have to happen whenever I do something stupid and costly?!
( Quizzes )
It all started out with me getting conned into going to Virginia Tech. Originally it was only Anne who was supposed to go, but as Erica didn't have enough room at for Anne at the place she was staying, Anne called my brothers to ask if she could stay at their apartment for the night. Brandon, being Brandon, said that I had to come down if my roommate was going to stay in their apartment. This lead to me thinking that if I'm going to go to Tech, then I may as well drive down there as I haven't driven the truck in a while and it needed to be moved.
The drive down was just painful. I've never been a very good follower of people, and this time it was no exception. Erica, my catering boss, was going to drive ahead while I followed. She was going like 55 because she was on the phone with someone who had come crying to her because she didn't get into Grad School. Ugh. And to make matter worse we were heading west as the sun went down! Never have my eyes hurt so much! Not even while I was driving at night and being blinded by the headlights of other cars!
So I was at Tech, didn't do much exciting but drink a little Pucker and watch a few movies. Saw "The Italian Job" and boy am I glad that I never saw that in the theatre like I wanted too. I never would have believed that a heist movie could be so boring if I hadn't seen that movie. And we also watched "The Boondock Saints" which was a freaking awesome movie. Of course I might just be a little impartial because I have a thing for guys with accents. Especially Irish ones. Soooo sexy. *drools*
Of course, me being me, I was initially all about the slash that I saw between the two Irish guys on screen. It didn't even occur to me that they might be brothers, much less twins, because they don't look anything alike. Imagine my surprise as I'm happily slashing them in my mind only to go online two days later and find out that I'm reading twincest. And now I can't stop. All because I was under the mistaken impression that they weren't related. And it's like a train wreck (much like RPS), because once you look you don't want to stop looking until you either get blasted off the road or it just becomes too horrible to look at.
Anyway, not my point at all. My point is that when I finally managed to make it back to RMWC and am in the parking lot, with very little problems, I thought I was home free. I looked myself in the mirror and said, "Take that, you stupid woman's intuition! Absolutely nothing went horribly wrong! Ha! Hahahahaaaaa!"
...*sigh*... One day, I'm sure I'll learn.
And it's really no fun looking in the mirror and your little subconscious is sneering at you going, "Neener neener neener! I told you so! Ha! Dumbass!" and then continuing on in that vein until you just want to squash it like one of those bugs on the windshield.
That is, Heather got into her first accident that actually involved another car. Never before have I felt like such a dumbass. Anne says that it had been her she would have panicked. I didn't, tho'. Strangely enough, I was fairly calm for all that I just ran into another car. Well, calm and just a little bit furious at myself for doing something so stupid. And feeling like a complete idiot. Ok, so I was fucking pissed off at myself. And feeling like the biggest idiot to ever grace this existence.
And absolutely terrified that my parents are going to hate me forever. Which is totally ludicrous, because no matter what type of boneheaded things that I do I know that they'll still love me. And that they'll love me until the day that they die. It's nice to be reminded every once in a while. But does it have to happen whenever I do something stupid and costly?!
( Quizzes )
