Woke up this morning at 7:30 with my cell phone ringing. The one day I do not have my phone on vibrate I get a call at the buttcrack of dawn. My eyes couldn't really focus at that point to see the caller ID so I just hit one of the buttons on the side to turn the ringer off and went back to bed. Turned out to be the guy I was to have a date with tonite (yeah, past tense, I'll get back to that in a bit) on his way to work. Finally got out of bed around 9:30 to have a MCR email about their first headlining tour. Found out the date for Milwaukee and I could get tickets before the general release of the tickets, but I don't have any money and the show is a Wednesday and I have class on Thursday morning. I know what you're thinking, "big deal, I can just skip that class". Skipping is a last resort. I have this class for three hours and only for a quarter so missing that would be suicide. If the show were on Thursday I could totally do it because I don't have any classes on Fridays, but yeah, that's just my luck . Just kinda sat around all morning and moped around because I am pissed about the concert. So I eventually showered after calling Carl back and calling Andrew (future husband ). I go to go put gas in my car and the check engine light comes on. It isn't just on, it's flashing. I hightail it over to my car place and they can't get it in until tomorrow! So much for the date tonite, eh? So I called him about fifteen minutes or so ago to tell him I can't make it up. God! I'm looking like such a bitch backing out on a date at the last minute! Plus I am making myself super involved in the drama of Mindsay vs. valentinaxxx . I honestly do not know why I am so wound up about this, but I think it has to do with bullshit reasons and we all know how I hate those!

Yeah, so that has been my day all before dinner time. Upside of today though is that my spider bite is no longer the size of a tennis ball, but rather a golf ball!