Tranquility

I guess I could start this post by apologizing for not writing in my blog in forever and a day (P.S. Thanks to whomever decided to point out that I haven't posted in 10 days...I didn't know that people actually paid THAT close attention.) I guess I could also start this blog by telling you that I started penning an entry LAST Sunday and just never got around to finishing it and posting it (P.P.S. Why, mysterious person concerned about my posting, did you not post your name?) I could even start by telling you that this has been a week of some of the greatest highs and lows of my summer, and I just haven't gotten around to typing up a simple entry (P.P.P.S. Before my mystery commentor posts about my drug use, I'm referring to my emotional highs and lows.)

But no, I'm not going to start this blog entry like that. I will start with telling you about Thursday.

Thursday was definitely the LOW part of the week. First of all, it started way too early. Mom (who took the day off work) woke me up at 10:00 to answer the phone. Now I knew instinctively that this call was bad news for two reasons: 1) Anyone who I am close to knows I hate the phone with an unwavering passion and 2) Waking me up with a phone call before noon is an offense punishable by death.

So I pick up the cursed phone. It is some guy calling from some insurance agency in Moncton who wants all my insurance information for the 'run-in' that I wrote about in my last post.

Now, this entire time I am a little bit dumbstruck because it is early and I hadn't found my voice yet, but I was mostly dumbstruck at how RUDE the person I hit was being with regards to this whole situation. We (as in my mother and I) called her the day after the incident and left a message to make sure everything was OK, and assure her that we would take care of all costs for replacement parts and other repairs (since, unfortunately, when the accident is a rear-ending, it is always the rear-enders fault.) In those two weeks since the accident, she NEVER, at any point, called to say that she got our message, that was going to check on the repair costs, and most of all, that she had suddenly decided to report it through insurance (which was a kick in the stomach after we had decided NOT to go through insurance when we talked after the accident.)

Anyway, this guy totally came off as a condescending jerk, so I took his name and toll free number and informed him that my mother would be dealing with it. So I walk downstairs to hand off the message to my mom only to discover that not only is she there, Kris is home as well, and John is over helping her with some baking. Since it had already been a lousy 2.347 minutes of my morning, this bothered me because I enjoy waking up during the week to an empty house and not having to deal with people until I have welcomed the day and found my footing (explanation: since I am NOT a morning person, I get very disoriented when I first wake up.) So, suddenly, having all these people around me had me feeling really overwhelmed and suffocated, so I decided to crawl back into bed and sleep away the blues.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get back to sleep because my mind was racing, and moments later my rest was ruined as I listened to my mom 'deal' with the guy from the insurance company.

I think that is a good place to end that story. Maybe I will add that the total damage for both cars is about $1250, but I have some money saved up that I can dive into to help me pay that off. Mom also told me not to worry about dealing with the awful lady that I ran into. If I wasn't mistaken, I would almost go as far as to say that mom is looking forward to dealing with her. I'll keep you readers up to date.

Now I don't like starting the day on a bad note (as I am the most unlucky person I know and my days always seem to go downhill from where they start) and this was not how I pictured my day starting.

And, sure enough, my day DID get worse. I found out that the student loan website was having technical issues and that I would have to fill out all the forms by hand, delaying the process. Not to mention that my school seems to think it is more important and special than the others schools and wants all my residence and tuition fees by Monday. So I don't totally know what I'm doing about that yet, so it's definitely a bit of a sticky situation.

Then I had to deal with playing telephone tag with people to try and get an appointment for immunizations for my upcoming trip to Mexico. THEN I get a call from someone with the company I am travelling with who proceeded to question me about where my background check form was. Well, you know, it would be nice to, during one of the billion times you call me, to let me know that I needed to have this in by a certain date or face an abnormally expensive late fee. I'm serious! These people have called me a billion times looking for payments, addresses, passport numbers, and have called just to make sure that I am emotionally and physically prepared for the journey that my trip will take me on. I think the only things they haven't asked me was favourite colour, blood type, and preferred song to sing in the shower.

So I called Lindsay and we decided to go shoe shopping to calm me down. We went to Bootlegger and we both bought great shirts. Hers says: "Waiting For A Cowboy" and mine says "Wait Til You See Me Dance." I'm planning a neat feature on my new shirt for later this week, so stay tuned.

So when we were at Bootlegger I decided I had to introduce Lindsay to Jones Soda because it is a stinkin' amazing soda, and I thought that she would like the photography on the labels. I chose Green Apple, and since she'd never had it before she went with the much safer Root Beer. So we're driving home and I remember that Jones Soda has fortunes under the caps, so I told Lindsay to read hers. So she did, and it made us smile. Since I was driving, I asked her to read mine to me. Here is what it said:

Encourage tranquility if you are feeling agitated? Are you stinkin' kidding me?

I swear I nearly drove off the road when I heard that. What a fortune to get when I am having the kind of day I was having.

Anyway, other than that (oh, and my job, which I will blog about in another blog at a later date) life has never been more amazing. I am (thus far) having the best summer of my life! It's been great seeing all my friends again...they understand me and my quirks, and some of them even go as far as to put up with my odd behaviour (most of the time...) As much as I dislike my new job, it does come with a pretty sweet paycheque, which helps me afford the lifestyle I deserve. No, I'm kidding...I deserve ALOT more that it gives me. OK, I'm kidding again...I swear I'm not THAT conceited. Let's just say that it gives me the money to go out with my friends, buy a few 'in' clothing items (and by 'in' I mean I can buy full-priced stuff...not that I do...I'm so frugal!), eat out when I feel like poisoning my body with fast food, and, of course, buy more movies that I could ever possibly dream of needing. In the past two weeks I have bought 11 new DVD's. Now that is not as insane as some people, but when I have no clue how I am getting these back to school, it's a bit crazy. Though you can't blame me for buying movies...I am a film student after all.

There have been a few unexpected (but very welcome) changes to my life this summer that I am abnormally happy about, and which cause me to feel like I'm constantly floating around in a state of pure giddyness. Wow, I sound as corny as Tom Cruise has been lately.

Anyway, this has been a long post, and I think I'm going to stop it now. I'll write more about the job in a separate post, and I'm working on that t-shirt feature. I hope this satisfies my mysterious commenter, and I hope the rest of you liked it as well.

Stay cool!