So, leaving school on Friday I thought I would be going home to have a wonderful weekend. Little did I know, things never work out that way. So it was on one of my best friends 21st birthday, we wanted to go into Boston, go out to dinner, have a night out. Well it obviously took all of my friends hours to get ready ( for no reason at all) when I had been ready since 7:00. After a long process we finally get to Boston around 9:30, and end up getting lost. So by the time we find somewhere to park and walk to faneuil hall ( in heels!) it was about 10:45, where we found out everyone needs to be 21 to enter the restaurant after 10:00. So ended up wasting a whole night when I had to work at six the next morning.
It was also my mothers birthday this weekend. I worked the whole day so I rarely even saw her. And of course, all my bills are set up to come at the beginning of the month so as of right now, I'm poor. So needless to say, once I get money I have to buy a nice gift to make up for the lateness of it.
So after a long weekend of working, fighting, and walking I come back to my apartment and the walkway is dug up along with the grass and there is a man made trench going around our whole building! Like yes literally a trench. But anyways I really just wanted to get a good nights sleep. When I stay back at home, my new bedroom is the couch, one that is way to small for me or anyone of a normal size that is. All I wanted was my bed. And I did not have class until 10:10 today so I could sleep a little late. Until all of a sudden at 8:00am, I am waken up by a sander outside my door. (in my apartment I have a door through my room that leads to the doors and hallways). So here I am after a half hour of trying to ignore it, hearing all these mens voices outside my window, peeking to see what is going on. I open my door and there are construction workers sanding the entire three story stairs in the hallway of my apartment. Number one, I was never informed of any MORE construction going on to this place. Never mind at 8am, I mean we are college students, we do enjoy sleeping. So I go to the living room where one of my roommates is looking out the door trying to find were the noise is coming from, just as pissed as me. We were talking about this, both obviously angry, until our roommate comes out and starts flipping out on us!! Telling us we needed to calm down. So that ended in a battle of slamming doors and walking angrily to class.
Now I get back from class and all the work is over with, which shows me there was no absolute need for it to be done so god damn early. Now i have too much homework that I do not feel like doing because I am so tired.
And as I was just posting my blog, my internet went out, like usual.
Good Luck to Me!!
