Regina Sick-tor

I was supposed to be at a Regina Spektor concert last night at the Tabernacle, but instead Regina decided to go and get sick on us and reschedule the concert 2 HOURS BEFORE she was supposed to play. Tucker and I didn't even find out until we had walked through the intense wind, dodged 4 homeless guys asking for change, and 'bowed 31541365.1..351153.4546534 screaming hoochie girls in High heels and fur coats going to the R. Kelly concert at Phillips arena. Damnit Regina.

When 'Outrageous' just doesn't say it all...

As I sat in traffic after watching porno in my Human sexuality class, my landlord canceled on the meeting that I was sitting in traffic for, my cell phone died, and I rolled down my window and then it wouldn't go back up so all I could do was turn the radio up really loud and try to pretend that I wasn't going to die from the fumes pouring into my car from the semi-truck next to me...and then my radio broke. Plus, I was starving. So I started to sing that one song by the Cranberries that was in 'Karate Kid III" with Hilary Swank and pretended that I was... well... swanky.Apart from the traffic incident, a few run-ins with Tucker and taking a beast of an Abnormal test on what I refer to as the 'Dracula Chapters' ( Dissociative disorders, Depression and other Mood Disorders, Suicide, Eating Disorders) I felt as though the week was going relatively well. Oh and wait, I had to write a reaction paper about the 'Pro-Ana' websites that preach Anorexia as a life style instead of a well, you know, disease, and it creeped me out on such a serious level that I had to make a roast beef sandwich and spend the night at Tucker's. Anyway, I was itching for a break from the week and was relieved that the weekend had finally arrived. Tucker's roomate was being a douche, so I skipped going to the mexican resturant with them (I mean, did you think I was going to subject myself to sitting in a friggin booth? um, no.) and went home parked my car and watched Cold War with Meghan while being secretly pissed off at the confederates, but forgiving Jude Law because he was so scrumpious and all. I ate two fun sized kit-kats and then called it a night.
And then....
My Mom called me at friggin 9 am to tell me that she, my dad and my brother were 'coming my way' because Richard, my brother, had a soccer game at 11. I said some junk about calling my at 9am on a Saturday and then decided that I would wake up and visit with the fam. I walk upstairs and on the cabinet is my new loaf of bread, OPENED and peices of bread all over the cabinet! I know its just bread, but its my bread and I've had some problems with the roomies grocery shopping in my pantry. I decide that I'm not going to let this ruin my day and I scribbled a message about being respectful and theviery and being rude and inconsiderate grabbed some yogurt, dressed and left. When I get to my car I see that some IDIOT has blocked me in! People who live in my neighborhood are really good about staying in their designated places and not blocking people in, especially when there are spots elsewhere. I mean, we love each other like that. I knock on the neighboors door and get no response. Meanwhile a man in a Black jacket comes over to look around and then leaves. I'm thinking, oh hes just disturbed by the knocking on the door. I keep knocking and then go inside to ask Meghan what to do. She makes me consider calling the police to have the car towed or just laying on the horn. I decide that the latter would be the best option. I go outside and try to knock on the door again, just to make sure that they didn't try to come out and move the car. No response. Man in the black jacket comes over again and then leaves. 20 minutes go by and Im about to miss the game. I decide to lay on the horn. The man in the black jacket comes back over and was like " Whadda'ya honkin ya horn fer? I'm comin' I'm comin." Jaw drops. In my head: This is YOUR FUCKING CAR??? Are you serious? Have you not seen me struggling for 35 minutes trying to get this car removed? I say to him " Um, Is this your car?" He says " Yeah, i'm moving it, stop bitching, thanks for interrupting what I was doing."

OKAY: this is about a 42 year old man trying to pick a fight when he was clearly in the wrong, and from the North somewhere judging by his accent ( which was probably what was wrong with him, even though I thought the confederates and their cause sucked.). Why oh why I wonder could he not have just said " I apologize for blocking you in. There were 20 other spots that I could have choosen but I was too lazy to walk. Sorry you're late."

But no... he can't say that. He said " Yeah , I'm moving it, stop your bitching, thanks for interrupting what I was doing." WHAT? Don't test me man I've been reading about dracula disorders all week long and someone just stole my bread, I'll probably go crazy on you. I try to keep my composure and say " It is rude and inconsiderate to block someone's car in, and now I am late to where I am going." I got in my car and he could have left it at that, but no Mr. Grown idiot says " Well, I would have moved it, but I wanted to see how long it was going to take for you to start honking your horn." DOUBLE WHAT? And then it was a blur, I launched into a verbal frenzy that ended with calling him an inconsequential peice of shit.

I went to the soccer game, although I was late and then my parents bought my zaxby's, filled up my gas tank, bought me a vest from Target, and gave me $ 40 bucks, so I wouldn't go back to his house and chainsaw his car.

Outrageous.