September 16th, 2006

shrug

Summer in the city

I just got back from a quick trip to the city with The Ex. Hey, I actually went outside today! I guess that's positive.

I was okay at first, but then more and more people came into the store where we were and I panicked. I clung on to The Ex's arm for dear life whilst doing my best to keep breathing. Not a pretty sight. I didn't run out of the store, though. Yay me?

And it was all for nothing. They still didn't have the book I was looking for. Stupid store. They'd told me it would be there in September. It's September, people! *Sigh* The Ex was nice enough to ask the clerk when the book would arrive, and they're going to send him a message when it comes in, so we won't have to make any more unnecessary trips, though.

We also went to a perfume store, because The Ex needed to buy more Aqua Di Gio. I spotted Paris Hilton's perfume and went to try it, because I wanted to know what "skank" smelled like. Well, it smelled surprisingly good. I may have to buy me a bottle the next time I have some money. (Just to be really clear, I don't personally know Paris, therefore I can't know if she really is a skank. I was just trying to make a joke) I didn't run out of that store, either, but it was kind of empty, so I can't really take credit for it.

He dropped me off at home after that, because there were just too many people in the city and I was on the brink of a panic attack.

Oh, and Star asked me to tell you, gentle readers, that she is also a basket case. She's social phobic, too, but she's also agoraphobic, so she can't really leave her house at all. Well, at least she doesn't have my suicidal tendencies. I guess that's something.

I think I'll end this post here and maybe write some more later tonight. 'Till then, gentle readers.

Love,
Basket Case
  • Current Music
    Papa Roach - Blanket Of Fear
  • Tags
shrug

Drama Queen (young and sweet, only seventeen...)

Maybe I should just buy myself a crown and get it over with.

My cell phone just broke. Well, technically, I suppose it broke last night, when I dropped it, but I only noticed just now. The left row of buttons won't work anymore. And I can't take the cover off and adjust the keypad, because the cover is glued on. Didn't really stop me from trying, but the only thing I accomplished with that is adding some very unattractive scratches to my already banged-up phone. And I was stupid enough to turn it off because I thought that might help, so now I can't turn it on anymore because I can't enter my code.

Now, normally, this wouldn't really bother me that much, because I hardly ever use my phone anyway. But of course, today is the day my ex-BFF decides to text me back to ask if I want to go to the movies. I haven't really seen or talked to this girl for two years, but she used to be, like, my soul mate, so I'd really like to go. Of course I can't answer her, because my phone's dead, and I can't call her on the land line, because, well, I don't really do telephone conversations unless it's my dad, my grandmother, or The Ex. I cannot talk to anyone else over the telephone. Cannot. No way.

So what did I do? I went hysterical. Called The Ex in tears, proceeded to have a complete breakdown. Of course, Ex failed to see the problem, because if I can call him, I can call my best friend, right? Well, no. She was my best friend two years ago. She's a stranger now. I feel awkward around people I haven't seen for a week, and I haven't seen this girl (I'll call her Linda) in two years. Of course, his failure to recognize my problem only made me cry harder. I had to end the conversation, because I couldn't even talk anymore.

I then had the wonderful idea that maybe if I threw my phone on the floor again, it would fix it. I mean, that's how the keypad got knocked out of place, right? Maybe I can knock it back into place. Yeah. Maybe not the greatest idea, but hey, worth a shot. Didn't work.

So I thought, hey, don't they have this service on MSN where you can text your contacts? Yep. Doesn't work. No idea why. I paid for it and everything. Bill Gates is against me. *Sigh*

I just ended up sending Linda an e-mail. She never reads her e-mails, but it was really the only thing I could do. I'll text her again once I get the cell phone fixed, but it'll probably take her another two years to answer me again. *Sigh*

Well, at least I've calmed down a bit. Having this blog really helps with that. I think I'll still cry myself to sleep, though. It's what drama queens do, isn't it?

Love,
Basket Case