instant gratification is squashing the bug that bit your freshly aloe vera-ed face.

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i dont know who's the bigger idiot. me or the salesboy at my college bookstore.

four weeks into school, i now realize i didn't get all the books i was supposed to get for my 6 classes. see, what happens at the bookstore is that you go up to this counter and give them your list of classes for the semester. the people working behind the counter then takes your list to the shelves, where the texts for each class are categorically stored. no fuss, no muss right?

wrong. it turns out im missing one book in three separate classes. everyone takes out their text in chinese history today, and what do i do? i look bewildered and twiddle my thumbs, while i silently scream inside my head.

so here i am, scouring over the internet, trying to find the best deal online for used textbooks (aforementioned brick and motar bookstore has run out of second hand books, this being week 4 of school), and troubling myself with confusing shipping rates, taxes, and all that other online bullshit.

the past few days have been weird. i can never get up in time for class, and 3pm always denotes naptime. i swear it is the after effect of quitting (going from 20/day to 5 is quitting in my books) cigarettes. or maybe its just the monotony thats getting to me.



earshot - tongue tied

my guru status on mending relationship fuckups has taken its toll on me. im feeling a little discouraged today.


ps/the amazing race finale was hell good. but unlike claud, i am not the type to spill the beans on exciting endings. (although i have to say, nice guys don't always finish last)

i want to take a little trip somewhere.
i'm feeling a little like sydney, and maybe a bit of melbourne along the way.
but Us and sydney, it would be a riot.
(please dont say a thing. just indulge me for a little bit ok?)

snow patrol - spitting games

nights like this, i miss being squished up against your bedroom wall. at least i could hold your hand to sleep :)


the killers - mr brightside

ok, so here goes my little anecdote about car maintenance.

its raining heavily this morning. and i mean torrential downpour, "ooh its raining elephants!" sort of thing. im driving along to school, singing along to my yellowcard cd, going at a "leisurely" 60 miles an hour down a 25 mile stretch (i figure hey, its saturday and anyone who's out at 9am in the rain must have some sort of emergency, therefore will be speeding along as well), when all of a sudden, there is this POP and the road ahead of me blurs into wetness.

(insert shit, fuck, etc expletives)

of all god forsaken days, today (being the day with the elephantine downpour) my window wipers decide to give out. what is about to ensue, is one of those things where you'd tack on a "do not try this at home" disclaimer if this were a TV show (i could think of a couple names right now such as, Windshield Calamities and When You Don't Listen To Dad's Car Advice).

really, i could have stopped along the road and dialled for help, but i didnt, being that A) fear of being pelted to death by rainfall B) fear of ruining gorgeous shoes. so there i was, little 'ol me, still driving like im crusing down the beaches of miami (ie, cigarette in one hand, hanging out of the window, other hand taking turns with the sterring wheel and my cup of coffee. and all this while, i can't see jack shit because my windshield is just soaking up the rain, and the car is fogging up because its cold outside. (notice i haven't said a word about slowing down)

i dont see a white corolla (or some form of japanese import) turn out from the bank ahead and onto the single lane road, and i blame the guy for not having his headlights on (i mean, hasn't he heard that wonderful catch phrase, 'wipers on, lights on'?) all thanks to my quick reflexes (yeah, whatever), i jam hard on my brakes and barely avoid tail-ending him.

now if you're thinking that's the calamity i was talking about, you're wrong, cos really, tail ending? big whoop. who cares. as i hit hard on those brakes, the violent jerk that results from the transfer of energy (i dont know exactly what all that means, but i figure it just sounds pretty) tips my coffee from the cup holder and onto the floor where my aforementioned shoes soak them right up.

so.

the lesson is:
1. when your dad tells you to get your windshield wipers changed (assuming that Dad is the appointed in-house car specialist, as mine is), get them changed for crying out loud.

2. when the road says 25, go slow. especially when its pouring. double that to about 50 and you'll be right as a peach.

3. there ARE people out on the roads on saturday mornings.

4. when its raining, keep all nice shoes at home in the comfort of dryness where they belong. flip flops and/or rubber boots are the footwear du jour of the rainy season.

5. coffee stains dont come off of suede. ever.