Alice hates ...

(All numbers are out of 10. Ten equals awesomeness. Rock-fucking-tits. Stellar. Driving fast with Time is running out on. One, equals I want to crawl into a ball and cry/sleep.)

And, begin:

Start off with being late to editing class. Which I hate. And pair that with heels, so it's all click-clacking obvious that I'm late. (At a 2)

Chat with Matt during class. Add one point. (At a 3)

Leave class, catch shuttle to Lot 59, where I found NO parking tickets. No point change on that one, but I do love getting away with illegal cross-parking.

Drive fast (+.5) to work (-.5). Check emails, searching for a response from PUHSD or Deer Valley. No responses, the bastards. (Still at a three)

Schedule photo assignment for tomorrow morning (Relief: +2.) Realize you'll have to go as well, and take headshots for your comment rail (-1). Realize that means skipping class (-2). Realize that means extra time, so you can skip out of work early on Friday (+1). (Score: 3)

Sneak Matt out for lunch. (Woot! +6) Find cool new lunch shop, have tasty sandwich and good time with Matt. (Total during lunch: 10)

Realize I talked myself into a corner, and now have to watch Buffy (-2). But kisses make it better (+2). (I can handle the Buffy. I can. I can. "I must not run away".)

Take call from PIO, who does not have the information she'd promised me (-3).

Return Matt to work (sigh: -2)

Drive to ASU West, for Mexico class. Email various professors, type out some notes. (Productivity: +1)

In class: Horribly horribly bored (-3). Start reading Penny Arcade comics (+2).

(FYI, we're atabouta 5)

Leave class. Drive towards home in traffic (-1).

Call Cassie. Finally hear new E/Cas drama (Sweetness: +1).

Perchance to think about stoping at Verizon to fix my phone. I hate Verizon, so that sucks, but with a fixed phone, I can snap a picture of Stewie Bootie's ... bootie, and earn $5. I called Dad to meet me there, since they typically won't deign to look at me if I'm not the account holder.

Wait for Dad. Find DVDs on sale at OfficeMax, and new colors of permanent markers. (The inner pen-whore is happy: +3)

Annoyed that Dad is late, I sign myself in and have my phone looked at. The Verizon chick (and seriously, there's no way that girl could be anything other than a reformed meth addict) says she can fix it in 20 minutes. I walk outside. Dad and Randy finally arrive.

Now that I've established that I don't need him at the moment, I send them off and head around the corner to my favorite chinese food place. (Pending moo goo gai pan: +1)

Enjoy the presence of the woman who owns the restaurant. Such SUCH a bitch, to EVERYONE. God, I love her. Order, pay up. Think, "Oh, I have 20 minutes to burn. I can start making that playlist for Matt, since I'm literally carrying the DVDs onto which I had planned to burn, and markers to label them. Joy, and joyness."

(We're rocking a 9 right about now. Prospect of dinner, fixed phone, and music = good mood.)

Get to car. Open passenger side door.


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Do not see laptop. (-5, taking us down to 4)

Search car. Frantically. Back seat, front seats, truck, under seats. Under mats (even thought that's patently ridiculous). No lappy. (-3,452)

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(Inner dialouge: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck- How did you lose your laptp? - fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck - Such a looser. Such a fuck up. It was right freaking there! No broken glass, nothing else taken. Idiot child! The car door was probably still unlocked, from earlier. You are too freaking stupid to live. You need a personal assistant to keep track of things like this. No, fuck that. You need a nanny. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, Mom is going to kill you. Mom will rip out your beating heart, and smack you in the face with it. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Who do I call? Police? Dad? Police? Dad? Which first? Which is worse? fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Now you're pretty much going to have to run away and live on the streets, hobo style. Nice going , Slick. GODDAMITSONOFABITCH. fuckfuckfuckfuck. Oh, this is amusing. I don't even have a phone to call anyone right now. I'm totally adrift from human contact. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. I really liked that desktop, the cherry blossoms. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. You suck, you know? So freaking irresponsible.)

(That's pretty much how it goes when I lose things. Think, complete pit of despair, and you'd be close)

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Current score: -3,448.

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Run into Verizon store, demand phone back. Call Dad. Tell Dad. Get annoyed, because while asking questions, he's clearly not as shocked, appalled, pissed off, frustrated and depressed as I am. He tells me to call Mom.

Mom tells me Dad took it out of my car, because I did, in fact, leave it on the passenger seat with the door unlocked. Which is pretty stupid. (Feel immense wave of relief: +3,448)

Call Dad. Tell him I know what he did, and why he let me freak out. (Gotta teach that girl a lesson, and all) Suddenly become really tired.

(Score at this point: 0. I might as well be asleep, because I could give a fuck less at this point)

Collect new cell phone from Verizon. (+2) Return to Chinese food place, have the bitchy owner woman glare at me and say, "I thought you said it was for here." My dinner is now cold. I take it to go.

At home, now. Eat, text Cassie, play with phone. (Put Oh! Valencia on as ringer. +2)

Realize I had planed to meet Rachel at gym. Change quickly, head out again.

At gym. Enjoy gym. Leave gym. Sing Possum Kingdom loudly in the parking lot, no doubt due to influx of energy. Attempt to sing the following songs: Help, Tear You Apart, Hate, So Damn Clever, I am the Walrus, Drive My Car. Suck at all, loudly, yet with passion. (+2)

(Missing the days of the all night Alice's Car Dance Parties, I'm rocking a solid 6.)

Drive home, loudly and quickly. Put on Muse. (+3)

Almost get killed by a truck cutting across three lanes of traffic. (Lived to see another day: +1)

Now hyper, and just parked outside my house, I get sweet text message from Matt. I call. I chat, and walk backwards while staring at the sky in the middle of the street. It's lovely.

Chat for hours. Make playlists. Listen to songs that make me go, "hell yeah". Decide that Myxomatosis is awesome. Decide to update blog, in strange, candyland-like boardgame style. Think, I'm freaking tired, and it's 12:40 at night. Remember assignment's at 8:55 tomorrow, Sunnyslope High. (The threat of responsibilities takes the mood notch down a bit. I'll say goodnight at about... a 7)