There's $300 I'll never see again.
Oct. 29th, 2009 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
friezaessYesterday Dad went into my room to do grab some clothes for washing. Kinda rubbed me the wrong way, but hey, he was just trying to be a parent (albeit about 10 years too late). But...
He washed Swan Lake.
Those people who complain about Meta's prints running? They ain't wrong. This in the middle of assignment period plus the fact that he's been particularly douchy to me lately when it comes to making fun of things that make me so depressed... it broke the camel's back. I started bawling like a 6 year old with a scraped knee. He watched me for a short while then walked off. THAT was the kicker. No sincere words, not even a hand on the shoulder... just walked off and left me there crying. ON THE MORNING OF A FUCKING EXAM.
Being the emotional cripple I am, the exam didn't happen and I went running into Matt's gentle embrace. We just kind of chilled at his place and had kebabs for lunch. At least there's one man in my life that gives a hoot and is pleasent to be around :/ I left his place early this afternoon after talking about getting away from everything and moving out to preserve my sanity (as well as my grades)... and came home to an envelope from UQ Abroad. They've sent off my exchange application to New York and are waiting for a reply. Along with the letter were two little orange luggage tags, as if to say "Pack your things, it's time for a wonderful adventure in a place where shops don't shut at 5pm!" Oh Lord (aka Yoshiki), why must you play with me like this :/
He washed Swan Lake.
Those people who complain about Meta's prints running? They ain't wrong. This in the middle of assignment period plus the fact that he's been particularly douchy to me lately when it comes to making fun of things that make me so depressed... it broke the camel's back. I started bawling like a 6 year old with a scraped knee. He watched me for a short while then walked off. THAT was the kicker. No sincere words, not even a hand on the shoulder... just walked off and left me there crying. ON THE MORNING OF A FUCKING EXAM.
Being the emotional cripple I am, the exam didn't happen and I went running into Matt's gentle embrace. We just kind of chilled at his place and had kebabs for lunch. At least there's one man in my life that gives a hoot and is pleasent to be around :/ I left his place early this afternoon after talking about getting away from everything and moving out to preserve my sanity (as well as my grades)... and came home to an envelope from UQ Abroad. They've sent off my exchange application to New York and are waiting for a reply. Along with the letter were two little orange luggage tags, as if to say "Pack your things, it's time for a wonderful adventure in a place where shops don't shut at 5pm!" Oh Lord (aka Yoshiki), why must you play with me like this :/
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Date: 2009-10-29 06:05 am (UTC)I hope missing the exam won't affect your marks too badly =(
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Date: 2009-10-29 06:25 am (UTC)D:
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Date: 2009-10-29 06:41 am (UTC)Definitely get out of there, and quick. I'm supporting you, and hope things will work out for you. Fuck, that's a lot of kicks in the gut in the one LJ entry. *hugs reeeeeal tight*
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Date: 2009-10-29 07:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-10-29 10:51 am (UTC)I suggest trying a Tide pen or maybe try getting a q-tip, dabbing a little (clear or white) shampoo on the white areas of the dress and wash it off gently with a warm damp cloth?
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Date: 2009-10-29 08:43 pm (UTC)