The light at the end of the tunnel.

Yeah. So about that goo phase….no such thing!!! In fact, I was oblivious to the entire goo process. Seriously, I feel great. AND FREE!
So today has been rather sketchy, (yes Christine, sketchy.) I woke up in good spirits, and got ready to go do my English 386 final project with my buds, and only the knowledge that I would never have to deal with Sailor Chick, Kelly, or anything related to working class ever again gave me the motivation to get out of bed and the momentum to get to the final. SO I get to my car, turn the ignition, and…nothing. NOTHING HAPPENED!!! My car was DEAD. I was DEVESTATED. So. Keltie learned how to boost her car unsupervised today. A lot of cursing and one mild but painful shock later, I was breaking the sound barrier in a mad attempt to be at least a wee bit on time. Then I looked down, and that delightful orange “low fuel” light was glaring brightly up at me from my dash. Dammit. Can I make it to school? Likely not. Fuck, okay, stopped for the fastest gas up of my LIFE. I actually cut someone off at the pump. I put in enough to get me to school, and ran inside. Only then did I look at my bank card and realize it’s my only source of cash. Period. Which means I have no cash for parking. And the gads attendant –slowly- drawls out to me that he can’t give me cash back. He looked a little frightened and sorta cowered when I boomed “What do you MEAN you can’t give me cash back?!?!? I have an final exam that I’m late for!!!! Just charge me an extra $5, give me the cash, and let’s GET THE FUCK ON WITH OUR LIVES!!!” (I was still cranky from being shocked.). He looks defiantly at me, and shakes his head. I growl and storm out the door. Great. Now I have to stop at an ATM. Okay, no prob, get out the remaining $20 in my account. After running 2 yellows and a redow, I stopped at my bank and requested the cash. Then the worst happened. It beeped and flashed the words that cause an icy coldness to slink into my soul and encase my heart in blackness: Insufficient Funds. Oh. Fuck. Me. Okay, screw it, exam takes priority. So I broke more sound barriers, and drove halfway across campus before I found a place to park. I ran light speed to class, gave a shitty presentation of pure redundancy off the top of my head, and ran back to my car to re-park it in a $5 Parkade, which has now left me with $1.22 in my bank account. Ouch.
So then I went to Victoria’s, and we hung out, studied and gabbed for a couple of hours. And then I came home, singing happy songs at the top of my lungs and just generally rocking out, then came downstairs to post this blog.
So Scott just called me. We had a really good conversion about staying friends, and I think we’re going to me okay. It’s going to be a rocky path, but we’re going to be very good friends. I can tell. Well…I sincerely hope so, anyway. I really can’t say anything bad about him. He’s a great guy, and there is a very lucky lady out there who is going to love being with him. It just wasn’t right anymore. And he respects that I feel that way. This is key to being friends in the future.
So I’m pretty damn happy. I’m wholly unprepared for my exams, I have a buck twenty two in my account, and I couldn’t ask for anything more fantastic then this feeling. I have an attraction to pursue, my ex doesn’t hate me, and even my exams seem to be diminishing in scariness. It’s been a rough bout with this time of life, but I think that everything is going to work out for the best.

-K

Quote du Jour

And fly away from here
anywhere,yeah i dont care
we'll just fly away from here
our hopes and dreams
are out there somewhere

-Steven Tyler