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… days that start off wonderfully and soon turn to CRAP???

Got up this morning, actually managed to get a good nights sleep because I drank only water at the restaurant last night, and then went for a huge walk/run. Emphasis on the run. I don’t run, never have, never thought I would, but I actually jogged a few (flatter) sections of my (otherwise) steadily uphill walk. So of course I return, feeling great, thinking how I actually did something positive today. Then I forget about the stupid 2 hour limit rule on the car parks by my house in the weekends and get a $12 fine. Thank goodness it wasn’t a weekday, cos I woulda got slapped with $40. At this point things are still going relatively okay though, I can live with $12 (thanks to cuz’s bf paying for my dinner last night!).

Then I try, as I have been trying for the past THREE days to get my clothes drying rack that I lent to someone a week ago. A WEEK AGO! This isn’t something random I have in my drawer and use once in a blue moon, this thing is permanently erected in my room and covered with an assortment of clothes ranging from wet to been-dry-for-three-days-and-haven’t-bothered-to-put-them-away-yet. As per usual, no answer from the door, so I finally just go and get the damn key (RA privileges!) and let myself in, knocking againfirst, calling out to see if anyone is home, knocking again on this girls bedroom door before opening it, then… I couldn’t really tell for absolute sure, but I’m pretty damn sure she was her damn bed this whole time! At 3:30pm! Who sleeps for that long?! And then doesn’t bother to answer the door, even her bedroom door, when someone is knocking all day? So in the end I couldn’t even get the damn drying rack out cos it was impossible to get to cos of the MESS and I didn’t really wanna go in while she was asleep in there anyway. ARGH! I have an interview on Monday, I need to wash and iron my clothes before then!! Luckily with 105 apartments in one building I managed to find one to borrow off someone else, but I shouldn’t have to, especially after trying for THREE days to get mine back. Plus I had to rewash a load of clothes that had been sitting in the machine the last three days.

And, just once, could my flatmates please take the DAMN FUCKING TRASH OUT when they fill it to the brim???? Every single time it’s me who takes it out and puts a new bag in, then every single time I check they have filled it right up again!

I feel like Sandra Bullock in Crash sometimes, minus the racism, I get so pent up with anger about every single little thing!! The big things don’t bother me nearly as much, I can take things as they come, it’s the little annoying every day shit that just gets on my nerves. I can’t wait to not be studying, I think that will help, I have spent all day lying on my bed reading, not even thinking about studying or anything really, and it’s sooo relaxing, I wish I could feel like that every weekend.