Today is the beginning of... not the best week in history.
It started off with me ditching work. Nothing new there, right? Next, it went on to it being exceptionally cold. I, for one, have the ultimate love/hate relationship with this time of year; I will explain more later. Next, it went to me leaving the house, or rather the apartment in such cold weather, only to discover it was colder outside. Brrr!
Walking to my local Starbucks, I ducked into Albertsons. While looking for Pop Tarts (don't judge! I haven't had any in a while), I was, well more than a little lost. So the wonderful/somewhat stalker-y employee, who somehow follows me and my sister around, whenever we go, was polite enough to, after staring for about half a minute, ask me if I needed help. I answered because I really didn't wish to be walking around looking for the best food in the world: Pop Tarts. And he, without being snug about it, but answering in a somewhat doubtful tone, located them; they were right beside him. I felt pretty ditzy. But it's okay, I try to avoid him and his general area as much as possible, so can you blame me?
After finishing my shopping, and getting my Starbucks' Venti Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino, I waited for one bus, to get me to the next. Somewhere in between those two buses I text my friend, only to find out that I would beat campus, for over an hour, alone. I'm not pissed at her whatsoever. Hey, I get where she's coming from. If my class was cancelled, there is no way in hell I'd be at school. So where was I? Oh yes, I was on campus, alone for some time, with no one to hang out with. Can you say, loner? It's okay, I don't need to make any new friends. Or have we forgotten that people generally bother me?
Anyway, class began without a bang. As usual, my oceanography teacher was being kind of an ass. That's okay. We all suspect he's a pitcher for the other team... whatever that means. So class was class. And at the end, I got my test back from last week... an 83%... solid B.
My day seemed pretty average, right? So why is this not going to be the best week in history? Well, this Wednesday, M83 will be performing at The Music Box. It is the only time that they will be performing in LA for this year. And, the fact of the matter is that I was unable to get tickets. This both drives up my vagina and depresses the shit out of me. While not the most terrible thing to happen in human history, this is breaking my heart.
Emotionally, for me at least, this week will suck. Whenever I listen to M83 in my iPod, I will die a little on the inside.
Or maybe I need to stop being so dramatic.
For all the girls that have ever gone through heartbreak, I'm feeling you, as I hope you're feeling me. Girls, we'll get through this together.