This last weekend has been a whirlwind. In the wake of my birthday party I met a very nice boy and concequently(majoir sp) we spent most of the weekend together. We get along great and yes, its working out. Surprise, surprise.
However, Sunday on the way to the Valencia show I feel like I've been waiting my entire life for, my wallet was left on the Septa bus I took into Center City. Couldn't do anything to get it back so I could pick up my will call ticket that required a photo id and the credit card used to buy it.
But after 3 hours dealing with the fiasco, I went back to the studio to qork on my project that was due the next night. Basically, I did the whole project in 2 days. And it looked freaking awesome. They said I did well, everyones happy.
Finally get my wallet back today, all the money and everything, but now I'm upset about missing the show. Oh well.
Also on_Monday, my roommate wakes me up early in the morning, "You heard that?" 'yea I fucking heard that.' It was like a woman screaming and dying. Called the cops. Yea yea more fiasco.
Time for learning!
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