Remember when the world was supposed to end?
I was afraid to listen to this song that day. (Sorry, Brit.)
How did you spend your (what you thought to be) last day on earth?
Wanna know what I did?
Stalked Arnold's lover's house.
And no I am NOT kidding.
I figured, her pic was worth 100k...and she had already done enough bad, so why not help out a poor, college student by saying "cheese?"
We never saw her.
But her place was nice.
I dunno if you ever experienced that feeling of, "I really hope the world doesn't end, because I still wanna (insert experience here.)"
I remember for my 10th birthday, I specifically prayed that the rapture wouldn't happen so I could have my fashion show party.
Now that I get older, I find myself experiencing things that make me think, "Hmm...wouldn't really mind if the world ended so I could get out of (insert misery here.)"
I think I prayed that before my journalism final...c'mon Harold Camping, work with me!
Well TODAY was one of those days that I thought, "Ya know, I wouldn't mind being in heaven or ANYWHERE else but here."
It was just the worst day ever.
It started when I hurt someone's feelings by something I said.
My tongue can be sharp and today I had to swallow it.
I felt awful.
I wish I could take everything back, but I couldn't.
To top it all off, as I was walking to my car, hysterically sobbing, (like Scotty when he won American Idol), I realized that I never got my parking validated.
I didn't want to walk all the way back to remedy this situation, so I figured I would just pay it...
When I pulled up to the booth, the nice lady who is usually there was absent and in her place, was a gruff, older gentleman with years of hate etched onto his face.
I handed him the ticket.
I handed him my debit card.
"We don't take this."
I tried to explain that I normally get it validated and all I have is a $5 bill.
He said there was NOTHING he could do for me and that I had to throw it in reverse, park and go get it validated or forever be trapped in the parking garage.
So that's what I did.
With my puffy eyes.
And snot running down my face.
Oh, but I forgot to mention that when I hastily parked my car, I didn't realize it was reserved, along with the thousand of empty spots by it.
The gentleman so kindly tapped on my window to let me know that I'd have to move.
Again, while I was sobbing hysterically.
It finally got worked out.
I was able to leave eventually.
But in my fit of hysteria and temporary blindness, I got on the wrong freeway...
Needless to say, I wouldn't mind if today never happened.
Or if I could take it all back...and at least get my parking validated.