Thursday, May 13, 2004

Yesterday sucked. Really hard.

It began with laundry. Actually, 8 loads of it. I haven't done laundry since the beginning of March, and I really outdid myself this time. I had to get a friend to help me carry the piles of clothing down to the PIRC laundry room.

My residents are just about gone. I'm having a hard time dealing with this. It's still difficult to believe that this year is over. I watched a slideshow that one of my rezzies made of our floor, and I just bawled. So much. I miss them. So much.

I hate the cinema department. I still have an incomplete from last semester, despite the fact that I took the final in JANUARY. I've been trying to call the TA, email the TA, and talk to anyone in the cinema department who can help me take care of this. And no one really seems bothered.

I still don't have my $500 for reimbursement from Reel LA. I'm still broke.

I took my car into the dealership for an oil change. They suggested a 20,000 mile service. I agreed, thinking, "Well, I almost have 20,000 miles, this should be a good thing." I got the quote of $199, thought it was a little high, but then thought, "Better be safe. I'm about to drive my car 1500 miles across a desert in the summer." I got a call later on, saying that my brake pads needed to be replaced soon - did I want to go ahead with that job? I said yes. And then the $336.20 bill broke my heart - that was WITH a 10% USC discount.

Also, I couldn't find the aforementioned dealership. They moved location. I was told it was half a block before Washington on Fig. So, I drive around... and around... and around... and I can't find this place. I end up calling information to ask for an address. I made the woman at the dealership describe the location in detail, including landmark representations. Finally, I found this sketchy little alley with a tiny sign that said, "Porsche, Audi, VW Service this way." And THEN, the customer service representative never comes to my car. I thought this was standard protocol - all of the dealerships that my family have used do this: 2 different VW dealerships, the BMW dealership, the Dodge dealership, the Volvo dealership... even the old location of this LA dealership had people walk to the car as you drove up. After sitting around for five minutes and watching employees wander back and forth, I had to park, turn off the car, walk inside, find the desk, and wait for the service advisor to stop talking on the phone before I was helped. I wonder if they act the same way towards Porsche owners too.

I couldn't finish running a lot of errands today due to lack of car. I was supposed to drop off dry-cleaning, send a couple of packages, and make a trip or two to storage. None of it happened.

Two people were supposed to call me... and they didn't. So, now my schedule is all screwed up for the next four days.

I'm desperately behind on packing.

My email is all screwy. I'm missing messages, I can't send messages all the time. It sucks.

I still need to fold the aforementioned laundry. I also managed to wash one of the keys to the VW. Obviously, the keyless entry part does not work anymore. If I want to fix it, there goes another $120 down the drain. I'll just cope with one keyless entry key and a manual key.

I got into a huge fight with my mom on the phone. And then my dad yells at me, saying, "You only call us when you want money. As long as your bills are getting paid, you don't care about us." I nearly started crying in the middle of the PIRC lobby. I love my parents SO much and it hurts that they think I'm an ungrateful brat.

My car mat for the trunk STILL smells like Thai food. This is after being attacked with carpet cleaner, Fabreze, shampoo, a pressure washer and baking soda. And now my bathroom smells like rotten Thai food because I've left it in there so my CAR doesn't smell so much.

I ate El Cholo with APO people (Matt Sullivan, Liz, and MunChul). That was actually the highlight of my day. But then, my ulcer began rebelling afterwards. Spicy Mexican food and a margarita was NOT the right thing to eat.

Then I started cramping like a motherfucker. It was so bad, I could only writhe in pain on the couch downstairs. (I didn't have any sheets on my bed - they were in the wash.) I took three extra-strength Midol, and then I thought about procuring an illegal dosage of Percaset. But then I decided not to break the law and took more Midol.

As I was on the couch downstairs in my pain-filled world, this somewhat sketchy dude takes this opportunity to sit down and flirt with me. Normally, I'd be flattered - true, he has a reputation for sleeping with half the girls in PIRC, but he's a smart kid. We have a lot of mutual interests. I like hearing stories about his fraternity. But really, it wasn't a good time for him to invite me up to his room to watch "Brotherhood of the Wolf."

I went upstairs to begin sorting my laundry, and I IMed a friend to see what time he wanted to have breakfast tomorrow. He said he was too tired to meet me, and he thinks he's getting sick. So, basically, I'm not going to see him before I go off for summer. Normally this wouldn't be such a big deal, but we were just getting over a big fight that we had a few weeks ago. I didn't want to leave the last time I'd see him before the summer to be a time when I wasn't talking to him. Logistically, it just didn't work out but that doesn't salve my disappointment.

I just want it to all be over. As soon as China's done, I'll be able to breathe a little easier.