1: My editor calls me after class to meet for lunch. At lunch, he tells me that I have to help our new reviewer review a game that we all thought came out the next day. This meant that I had to reserve it that day. The kicker: It doesn't come out until next week.
2: Not knowing that, I drive to the mall. I notice that my car is smoking. I thought, I just had the damn radiator fixed. Right then, I hear an explosion. One of the radiator hoses exploded, covering the under hood in coolant. I try to limp back to school, but the car stops. Long story short, my Dad picked me up, drops me off at school, and now my car is totaled. My $500 car, that I've been told is worth "$2500" in its condition now has a $4000 fix. Today, I had it towed to a junk yard for $150. Luckily, soon, I'll have a van.
3: During our critique, my sculpture told the whole class that wasn't "disciplined enough" to be an artist because my giant, plaster sculpture didn't look like my clay model that fell apart three times. Appropriately, my sculpture is a gesture of "face palming."
Those are the big three, and I want to move along here. As a lot of you know, I suffer from Depression, and a lot of things hit me more than most people. One of the biggies is that I'm single. It's irrational, I know, but I always fear of dying alone, and never having someone that I can care about. One day, I was ranting with Patty and Bink about Valentine's day. What I said, without thinking, was that I was going to "Spike my hair, dye it pink and get piercings just to rebel against it and being kicked out of the Army." Bink points at Patty, who is now on my arm, looking at me with big brown eyes, and quietly, holding back tears, says, "You'd do this for me?"
Later, talking to Bink, she mentions something that reminded me of what a friend of mine told me earlier in my life. She grabbed me by the arm and said: "Remember our first Valentine's Day together when we had started dating four years ago?" (We're not together right now, obviously.) "You remember what you bought me? An opera. A $60, to CD opera-- and my favorite one with my favorite opera singer, even! Sure, you've known me for almost 20 years, but we had just started dating, and you did that. You're going to find some one, and you're going to treat them like gold."
Eerily, I mentioned this to Jim yesterday, after he gave me a ride from school and went to Fridays for dinner. We both remembered that a friend of ours from Middle/High school told me the same thing. The amusing thing is, he was about 6'3, and Bink is 4'10". Moral of the story, listen to giants and tiny Asian women?
I guess. All I know is that my neck and knee are murdering me from pushing that damn car, and I'm looking forward to sleeping in on Friday.
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