Yesterday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I'll move to Australia.
I ripped one of my contacts. It was my last pair. I can't wear contacts again now until I buy new ones, and I can't afford to buy them any time soon.
I had to wear my glasses while dancing. I hate wearing my glasses while dancing. It hurts more when you get hit in the head. "You get hit in the head?" asked Tom. Yes. I got elbowed in the face yesterday, just after that conversation, during one of the morning dance classes. While I was wearing my glasses. It hurt.
My glasses don't fit. They make my head hurt. The lenses are also the wrong prescription; they're outdated by about two years. I can still see, but I get a headache after a while. I should get new glasses, but that also costs money.
I'm going to move to Australia.
I heard back from UW. I guess I won't be going there in the summer. I can reapply for another quarter, winter or later, but that doesn't address what happens now. I meant to apply to SCCC and to SU as backups, but I didn't. I still could, but I'm not sure I will. I don't really want to go to those schools anyway. I don't know what I'm going to do.
I stretched out my money for a long time, but I've finally hit the limit. It can't stretch anymore. I have enough to pay rent at the end of this month, but nothing more. So I need to figure out what to do about that.
Boys, boys, boys. Always a problem. I have relationship troubles up the wazoo, and want to just hit my head against a wall.
I blew out a tire last night while driving my friend Tom to the airport so that he could fly back to TX. We were already running a little late. Alex was with us, and together they changed the tire and put on my dinky spare in hyperspeed time. We had just left a dance, so we called someone still there and some really nice dancers stopped and picked up Tom to drive him the rest of the way to the airport, since, with the spare, my car is no longer fit for highway driving.
Alex took me home with him, kept me on his couch for the night, and put up with me crying a lot. I'm still at his place. He lives on the west side of the Lake Washington, where we were dancing, so we were able to get there on city streets. My car is still on this side of the water. The most reasonable routes over the water involve driving on freeway bridges. That's out until I fix my tire. Fixing tires costs money. As noted before, I really don't have any to spare. Alex wants to get me a new tire for a belated birthday present, instead of the dance shoes he'd been planning on getting me, but he already gives me so much and does so much for me. I don't feel right accepting more from him.
I am unhappy. Everything's going wrong, and I don't have the faintest idea where to start putting things back together.
Anyhow, Alex is going to drive me home to take care of my dog and birds. I don't know what I'll do from there, but I'll probably post an update later. Signing off now. - K.