According to my mother, who is wrapping up her fall break and therefore was home today to watch Taylor Swift on Ellen, Taylor said that any time she had a bad day instead of feeling sorry for herself she'd just think about how she could write a song about it. Well, I'm no singer/songwriter, not that I don't have the voice for it. I don't, but I don't need you people making assumptions about my lack of talent. So anyway, my mom told me about Taylor after I told her about my afternoon. Last week I finally made a doctor's appointment because the anaphylaxis has yet to fade. I'm still taking 5 benadryls a day. Well, my doctor only stays late one night a week so I had to wait until Monday (today). My appointment was at 5:00 in Noblesville and Noblesville is far away. I thought I had time to run by home and change because I left school at 4. Well long story, short, with stupid traffic and my poor sense of direction, I didn't get there until 5:20. At 5:20, after driving over an hour, to stupid Noblesville no less, I arrived to find the doors locked. Why didn't I call when I knew I was late, you might be wondering? I didn't have the number saved in my phone and 411 couldn't find the listing. There's $1.25 I'll never see again. So after resisting the urge to throw a rock through the non-sliding glass doors of the doctor's office (they weren't sliding because they were locked), I got back in my car and hit the road. After releasing some aggression, which included accidentally clobbering myself with the visor, I decided to make the best of the situation. I was brainstorming what I could do being way up north and flipped through my mental roladex and didn't come up with much. I looked at the clock and it was like 5:40 so I decided to run by the Wood and see if Joey was there. Well, Joey was not there so I didn't stop. I don't really miss Riverwood that much so I needed another stop to keep my trip from being completely worthless. Being in Castleton, I thought I'd stop by Half-priced Books because I had a gift card and had been meaning to stop in. When I got to Half-Priced Books, it was a wood-working store. Half-priced books disappeared. So I hit the road again, and by this time I was getting hungry. Since I was a little bummed, I called Applebee's, but when I ordered my beloved
cheddar-jack mac and cheese with chicken, the guy on the phone told me they didn't have that anymore. They took it off the menu a month ago. I was devastated and told him so. It was like everything I wanted was vanishing right before my eyes. Totally bizarre.
After that I gave up, came home and ordered a personal pizza and breadsticks from Donatos. I've been hanging with Tilly and trying to stay out of harm's way ever since...Just in case this streak of bad luck tries to strike again.
Don't worry Linz, I haven't forgotten about the Philly post. Shondell out.
