Procrastination is a nasty little buggar, especially when it’s three weeks from finals and you realize you have a a bajillion assignments to finish and turn in before the holidays. It sucks even worse when the holiday is three days away and you’re running out of hours in the day to do everything you need to get done so you can enjoy the mini-recess before you CRAM six classes worth of information in your wee little brain so you can just barely pass the exam, just in time to let the information steam from your ears as you drink a beer, or five in my case, and cheers to the end of the semester. Phew. I feel better now.
This is my stress releaser – I should be working on a five page film analysis on Road House – which if my homework consists of Patrick Swayze kicking butt, by all means – pile it on. And then when I get finished with that I should be working on my presentation of Marty’s Bar for Wednesday. But here I am, and here you are – reading my problems. Since homework isn’t interesting, let me tell you about my past week…
Last Sunday I was watching Road House, go figure, in my living room when I hear a thud. I look out the window and just assume it’s the bikes hitting the porch railing because it was windy. A couple seconds later I notice the light in my car is on, I figured my seatbelt got stuck in the door again. A couple more seconds later, I realized earlier I was sitting on my porch steps smoking a cancer stick and then I came inside, and I knew my light wasn’t on then. Then, I heard my car beeping. I knew something was iffy the moment I realized my lights were 100% off. So I open the door slowly and look around. Nothing. I go to shut off my lights and there’s broken glass all over the front seats of my car. Great, a branch fell and went through my passenger window. I go to look at it and nothing but a BIG FREAKING BOULDER sitting on my drivers seat. It took me a couple seconds to put two and two together and when I did, I RAN. Run, Forest, RUN! crossed my mind as my roommate and I hurried inside and locked the door behind us. Grabbed a couple butcher knives and we took off running down the porch looking for the moron. Just kidding. I called the po-po.
While I waited for them to arrive, I decided to get my information around in case they needed it. I couldn’t find my newly beloved hot pink purse I just bought a couple weeks ago, so I go to check my car. Duh-me. Dummy. Moron’s took off with my purse. Joke’s on them. I’m a poor college student. They did however get a debit and credit card. And my Twilight ticket for the movies. Again, jokes on them. Just kidding – I’m a closet Twi-hard. Team Jacward. They’re both uh-ma-ZING.
Anywho – apparently that was about the 50th time someones broken into a car and stolen a purse, and here I thought I was friggin special.
That was 8 days ago.
Today, I was told the SOB decided he was brave enough, or stupid enough, to try it in the middle of the day. As I write this, the moron is probably sitting behind bars beggin’ for his momma. Let him beg.
Unfortunately, my purse has not been found. But I did get to go see the last Twilight movie – the kind manager reprinted me a ticket. 🙂
Karma’s a bitch.
And beer is good.