August 6, 2009

shitty/frustrating day

I hate when your day is finally going normally, and then something at the end fucks it up.

So, today I was talking to Izzy, and I happened to ask her what she does at home and whatnot. She told me lately, she's been reading, and then I started thinking, "Damn.. it's been a while since I've read a book, and there's so many good ones! Since the library's 4-5 blocks away, I guess I'll go." So the first thing that went wrong was, it was pretty cool in my house so i wore a thin sweater and sweatpants out. FML. I was burning and sweating. In a pissed off state, I finally got to the library, where I proceeded to find out that the Deathly Hallows book wasn't there. :( But oh well, so I got 3 other books, and I was in line for about 10 minutes, when FINALLY a lady tells me I'm in the wrong line. So I had to get behind about 5 other people, and wait for another 15 minutes in shame. THEN I FINALLY get to the desk, and the lady tells me my card is fucken EXPIRED. WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF CARD EXPIRES? Wow... so she was like, "You can sign up for one over there." So I go and wait in line for ANOTHER 10 minutes cus some lady is making cards for like.. 4 of her children. So I finally fucking fucking fucking get my turn, and she tells me I either have to be 18+ years old, or my parent has to be there. I practically begged her that I'm responsible and shit, but she fucken refuses me. And I know this is the lamest shit you'll ever hear.. like ever in your whole life, but it made me cry a little. It was so frustrating, and I did't know what to do. I just wanted to borrow a few books, and all this bullshit happens. And THEN I thought.. Dang. Am I sensitive these days or what? I've been seeing that little things get on my nerves, and I don't laugh as much now. Well.. I guess I can just hope for this to go away. Btw, this is the kind of shit that makes kids hate libraries. :(

It's not the events that happen to us;
it's how we choose to react to those events,
that determines our happiness.

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