fairykiller
01-16-2004, 03:04 PM
This was my day, three days ago. It's in chronological order as far as I can remember (some of it is just a vague blur right now).
1. I get news that my father (who left years ago to join his other 3 kids, refused to pay my mom a penny and withdrew all the money in our college accounts before he left) might have managed to steal my brother's bank account number in the US. My dad's plan was to transfer a shit load of money from illegal bank acounts in Geneva into my brother's account in the US, get him to send it back, and then hold him responsible for it (it's a long complicated story but that is the gist). We couldn't get in touch with my brother, and my mom was beside herself with worry on the phone.
2. A friend calls me to tell me that another friend of ours has just passed away. She was bulimic for 6 years. I rush to the hospital, make sure her parents have been informed, and just sit there and cry for a while until a nurse asks me to leave.
3. My boyfriend and I break up. I won't provide details for obvious reasons, but it was a horribly painful end to a long, serious relationship.
4. It's the second to last day of this semester's final exam week. I have a 20 page long paper and a thirty page long thesis due at 5PM and I can't concentrate on anything. I call my professor to ask for an extension until tomorrow, I have tried everything from tying ice around my forehead to taking pills but I can't work on my paper. He says no, it's too late. So I hand it in at 5 anyway, I have no idea what I've written on the last few pages and I don't care.
5. My mom calls to tell me she is arranging for two tickets to go to Bombay over the summer (for me and my boyfriend). I can't say anything. I don't want to cry over the phone, I don't want sympathy, and I especially don't want an 'I told you so, now marry a nice Indian boy'.
6. Dinner is horrible. I have to listen to constant gossip about my friend who passed away. Honestly, someone just died, it's not the time. I am actually speechless. I go home and pretend to work for my next exam.
Early the next day, I go to the health center for a problem I've been having lately and I'm told it's a nasty pill-related side effect, and I will just have to bear with it for the next month. I will spare you the gross details.
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1. I get news that my father (who left years ago to join his other 3 kids, refused to pay my mom a penny and withdrew all the money in our college accounts before he left) might have managed to steal my brother's bank account number in the US. My dad's plan was to transfer a shit load of money from illegal bank acounts in Geneva into my brother's account in the US, get him to send it back, and then hold him responsible for it (it's a long complicated story but that is the gist). We couldn't get in touch with my brother, and my mom was beside herself with worry on the phone.
2. A friend calls me to tell me that another friend of ours has just passed away. She was bulimic for 6 years. I rush to the hospital, make sure her parents have been informed, and just sit there and cry for a while until a nurse asks me to leave.
3. My boyfriend and I break up. I won't provide details for obvious reasons, but it was a horribly painful end to a long, serious relationship.
4. It's the second to last day of this semester's final exam week. I have a 20 page long paper and a thirty page long thesis due at 5PM and I can't concentrate on anything. I call my professor to ask for an extension until tomorrow, I have tried everything from tying ice around my forehead to taking pills but I can't work on my paper. He says no, it's too late. So I hand it in at 5 anyway, I have no idea what I've written on the last few pages and I don't care.
5. My mom calls to tell me she is arranging for two tickets to go to Bombay over the summer (for me and my boyfriend). I can't say anything. I don't want to cry over the phone, I don't want sympathy, and I especially don't want an 'I told you so, now marry a nice Indian boy'.
6. Dinner is horrible. I have to listen to constant gossip about my friend who passed away. Honestly, someone just died, it's not the time. I am actually speechless. I go home and pretend to work for my next exam.
Early the next day, I go to the health center for a problem I've been having lately and I'm told it's a nasty pill-related side effect, and I will just have to bear with it for the next month. I will spare you the gross details.
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