In Which I Don't Mind When Shit Happens

I started my car this morning. The engine turned over, I swear. My mother as my witness. This was early, before I had to leave. Then I actually had to leave and the fucker wouldn't do what it just did less than an hour before. I called AAA, because during my last roadside assistance call, they said I couldn't do anything until March 1, 2011. Lucky me. I get on the phone with AAA and they told me that I can't do anything until I pay the renewals for all three accounts. I wasn't gonna. So I call my mom I don't even know how many times, and all by bumass friends are working, so I am stuck at home. I called in to work, said I was going to try to make it, but I wasn't going to promise anything. Mom finally gets back to me...TWO HOURS (after the initial call) LATER. She calls AAA and gets things straightened out. I get the green light to call AAA and use a service call. So here I sit, waiting for AAA, watching MTVHits and preparing to get the fuck out and by a new battery. I don't mind, because I'm in counting the days until the end of my contract mode.

Also, I enjoy the playlist on MTVU way too much. How was I unaware of the awesomeness of "Barbara Streisand" by Duck Sauce and the absolute party known as the LCD Soundsystem video for "Drunk Girls"? Sheeeeiiiit.

Feeling so fly like a G6.

I can't wait to be done here, so I can move out and call somewhere else home.

Why? Because I love him. Why? Because I can excel acedemically there. Why? Because it's time the future quit taking its sweet ass time.

Dear MTV: why must gyrating children make more money than i ever will with any kind of advanced degree?

...awkward.