:: Venting Insanity ::

:: Monday, April 14, 2003 ::

venting insanity
Yup... the next few paragraphs will not be titled because I simply can't be bothered at the moment.

Mainly, I want to go curl up somewhere and disappear.

Because of my own fecking stupidity again (Lord knows I get confused so damn easily when it comes to matters of money), I got my car insurance cancelled. So we sat through the entire reapplication process, which I'm probably going to end up with the same fecking insurance company anyway because of that dumb motorist pool NY state loves to dump us all in. Now my parents are pissed ('cuz *I* sure as hell didn't have $300 to pay) and I know where that half of my refund is going.

The other half is going to cover other bills. No fun stuff for me. Yup, I royally screwed myself this time.

Plus, Mom's complaining about my room again, and they're both complaining about my lack of job, and, because I've been so fecking rollercoaster-ish with my feelings lately, my sleep patterns are all out of whack, which my parents just *love*... {{rolls eyes}} So I got to hear all about that this past weekend.

Not "Are you okay?" but "Get the hell outta bed!" Umm... Hello? Do I *look* like I'm feeling okay? I had a fecking headache, for crying out loud! Leave me alone!

So basically, I'm in a majorly pissy mood right now. And, did you know that, in the short distance it is from my house to my insurance agent's office (a whole whopping five minutes in the car!), you can meet every kind of arsehole there ever was to own a car? Between the guy swerving around me to cut in front of me and make the left turn (the same left turn I was making at the same time!) and the stupid old man who too senile to use his directionals as he cuts across two lanes of traffic to use the exit ramp and the woman who decided she was going to try and make the truck in front of me go faster by crawling up *MY* rear bumper, I was not a happy driver.

So, I come home to a thankfully empty house (I really didn't want to hear anything from my parents since I'm about >thisclose< to screaming at the top of my lungs for no reason) only to have my cat sitting in my room howling her head off. Not what I want to hear. While it may not seem like a big deal, you have to hear it yourself. It sounds like (a) she's going to puke all over the fecking room or (b) she's in pain and dying on my bed. Not a pleasant thing to listen to. I'm surprised my neighbors haven't called the ASPCA or something on us. Especially when she does it at three in the fecking morning.

Then again, my neighbors aren't quite all there either. I had to listen to their TV that they don't even watch blaring through the wall while he yelled at her for something or other again this morning.

On top of it all, I forgot the registration for my car, so I had to drive *back* down to the insurance agent's office with that. I also forgot to bring my film with me while I was out so I could get it developed and send the picture to Missy M, Kelly H, and Geraldine for the Majority Service at Grand Assembly, *and* there's a message on the machine from John S that he's cancelling getting together tonight.

Yes, we're getting together tomorrow night instead, but still... I really could have used it tonight. Instead, I'm stuck home with parents who are pissed at me while I'm pissed at myself.

Yay... what fun...

Don't be surprised if I don't jump up and cheer.