Bad Karma
Yesterday was bad. Not a whole lot good happened.
I started the day and I was going to go to my Spanish test. My bag was way full, so I ditched the notebook that I never use in Spanish class anyway. I left the house.
I start the car and realize that there’s no gas in it. My brother had worked on it the night before and didn’t put any gas in it. This is odd for him. Josh doesn’t like to drive around with the tank on “E.” I’m running late, but I figure that I’d rather be a minute or two late for my exam than stuck on the side of the road and not be able to take it at all. I pull into the gas station.
I put the gas nozzle into the car and flip the pump to the “on” position. I feel my back pocket. No wallet. I immediately turned the gas pump off. $0.00, just in time. So, I go to Ames hoping I don’t run out of gas.
The “charge” light comes on in the car. Josh said he fixed this last night. Dammit.
I get to Ames, and sit down, ready for my exam. I was even on time (barely, walked in with the instructor). The instructor proceeds to teach class like a review day. The exam was scheduled for Tuesday, not Monday.
It gets better. The notebook I left at home, it had the composition that she was asking us to turn in. I had compelted the composition last Wednesday or Thursday. I talked to her, she said that I could turn it in later. I did. I even got a 97% on it (yay!).
Since I had no money, I had to go to my dad’s office to try and borrow $5 to get gas to go home with. He had put his last $5 into the change machine at work. I had to wait for my mother to come to Ames like she does every day. She brought my wallet.
I briefly talked to them and told them that I was going to go ahead and most likely sign the lease for the apartment after all. They were in official begging status for me to sign the lease, and it turned out that I could afford it. I went home.
After computer science, Beth asked me to sign the lease right then and there. I told her that I just wanted to talk to my parents and make sure that we were totally, 100% clear on the issue. I did a Spanish lab, went home, and went to Youth Alliance.
Youth Alliance was good. Good times. We had a good talk with the guy from National Conference for Community Justice. I enjoyed it. Afterwards, we went to Java Joes. I had three messages on my voicemail. The first two were to tell me that it needed to call Beth right away about the lease. She needed it signed by noon tomorrow. No problem. The last one said that I didn’t need to worry about it anymore, because they found someone else to sign the lease. I lost the apartment.
For the record, I’m not that upset with them. Slightly, but I can’t blame them for what they did. I’ve not been that committal towards this, and they needed immediate commitment. The people that I’m upset with is my parents. When I discussed expenses with them the first time, I expected them to tell me if they were or were not going to help me out. Not decide conditionally.
Java Joe’s was good, but it gets better. After that I had another message on my voicemail. It was from Dean. He was walking home in Ankeny, because he had cut things off with Kim and gotten out of the car (rather forcefully). Tara and I picked him up, and he took me home.
We talked, and I don’t blame him for what he did, really. The thing is that if things weren’t working for him, they weren’t going to work for her either. I’m kindof caught in the middle of it, but I’ll find a way to stay out of it as much as I can. It’s not really my issue. It affects me, yes, but it’s not my issue. We’ll see.
Bad karma yesterday. Ick.