Early Apartment Woes

Great start to the day. And I'm being sarcastic. I usually like to pack up all my things in the car during lunch time but today I was being really pro-active about it and started packing in the morning. Who knows if I'll even get a lunch break, it's been a zoo here lately. Anyways, so I packed up all my things, grabbed my car keys, locked my front door and dragged all my things to the car to load them in there. Do you see where things went wrong? I just grabbed my car keys, yes, that's right. Not my apartment keys, just car keys. OMG. So I stood there in front of my apartment door thinking all these different ways I could try to break into my apartment. None of them were actually viable options since I'm not agile, resourceful or a ninja. Good thing is that I was already dressed in work attire with work appropriate shoes, so I just made my way to work. I'll probably sneak back to the apartment during lunch so I can get a key to open my apartment. I'm shaking my head in shame right now. I've always been so careful...but I guess not careful enough today. I'm still really happy that at least I'm not in PJ's or I look like a mess, then I would be in really big trouble cause I wouldn't be able to go to work and I wouldn't be able to get into my apartment.

Last night I celebrated the New Year with my friend John. We went to Olive Garden. I ordered the Seafood Brodetto. It was good. I always get that. But this time, it tasted funny. There was this sandy, crunchy taste to it. It's a soup, that's not suppose to happen. Later on, when I was done with it, I realized that there was a small piece of ceramic in my soup. It must have broken off of another dish or serving utensil. That's why it was all "sandy" or "crunchy" because when the ceramic piece broke off, it must have left little reminents scattered throughout my soup. Gee, I sure hope that stuff is not toxic and is not going to scratch a hole through my intestines. Well, I'm still alive, so I guess that means it should be fine. I wanted to tell the waitress but at the same time, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. So I just let it go.

I feel better today but I'm still a little down and frustrated. I was really unhappy yesterday but I'm better now. My dad called me yesterday. *smiles* He's so sweet. He asked me what I wanted to eat this weekend. He's always so thoughtful and nice. *smiles*

So remember when I complained about BOA yesterday pawning me off to another company? Which is an OUTRAGE. Like, seriously BOA? You aren't BIG enough to stay afloat you need to sell some of your branches? Geez. Well, anyway, I changed my address back to my parent's address for right now so therefore, hopefully, my accounts won't change because they don't belong here anymore. But that still means I won't have a bank while I'm here. No ATMs or anything. So I think the best thing to do is just close one of my BOA accounts and take that money to open another account with a different bank here. So that way, I will have some CASH if I ever need some. That's my best solution right now. Since I don't want to change all my direct deposit, automatic payment, etc etc info. That sounds like a can of worms I don't want to open right now.

I'm thirsty. Since I got locked out, I didn't get to bring any water with me, so I'm thirsty. Ugh :( This locking myself out of my apartment deal, feels like either a punishment for being such a downer yesterday or it's just another indication that I should leave this place. What do you think?

Sorry my terrible blog entry yesterday made you sad too :( I didn't mean to transfer all that bad energy to you. I'm sure the weekend will mend all my sorrows. Either that, or create more of them, since I'm going home and usually my mom stresses me out. Oh, my brother will be home too, and you know about our volatile relationship.

Yesterday when I talked to my BF he told me that he only likes me conditionally. Meaning, if I married him and didn't work and just coach potatoed around, he wouldn't like me. If I got fat, he wouldn't like me. If I started to gamble, if I spent a lot of money, if I eat more than I do now.....etc etc. So many rules. Are you suppose to date someone that likes you CONDITIONALLY? Isn't love supposed to be unconditional??