Day 7-8
What can I say? I'm totally astounded.
I just got off the phone a few minutes ago with someone calling from MGH, who claims that I owe $640, cos THEY never sent in the claim to the insurance company. What?! They said it was some time in July 2001, which is right after I graduated and before me mum got laid off (therefore I MUST have had insurance). I expect I must've been getting meningitis shots or something, but this is just absurd. Why do *I* have to pay for your fucking mistakes, MGH?! Why?! I just asked them to send me the bill, so I can see it right in front of my eyes and later tell them to piss the fuck off. I'm really angry, cos that's more than 2 weeks wages and a 1/3 of what I've saved up.
Yesterday was a good day. I didn't feel like going in to work, so I didn't. Ahh GWP. Instead, me mum and I went out shopping, cos I needed to return shit at Target... but I just ended up buying more stuff. Woe is my bank account. Once I got home, Larry and I set off to watch Harry Potter (I for the second time), but not before Larry managed to confirm my geekdom to Tuxedo Mask. Bah!
This morning looked hopeful... until J decided to be an arse. :D It's so not fair. I mention that I miss Patrick once, and J's like, 'OMG tact!' But it's ok for him to say that he misses Grace in a non-platonic way and that Grace sent him a sexy forward and signed off immediately afterward. He wants to get away with everything, and for the most part, I don't know who bothers to challenge him. Why do I? Cos I can't stand the arrogance of it. Actually, as I'm reading the chat log, it looks like we passed over that issue pretty quickly, and soon moved on to me being a slut, cos I had crushes on lots of people. (Yet it's ok for him to snog at least 40 girls in his life... By his rationale, do *our* kisses mean anything then?) We both somehow find a way to move onto the next subject, but subsequent conversation fodder still involves a riling of teh molee. Is he testing my patience? My love for him? Cos apparently, the fact that I often haven't been able to deal with it means that it's not fate. In a way, it's self-fulfilling, stupid self-fulfilling sluthead J. :D He once told me that I was the first gf he had that he didn't feel superior to. And tbh, I think that might be what he needs: a girl that he feels like he's leaps and bounds better than.
What it ends up being is that both of us keep testing our love for each other constantly. I push him to do certain things and waits to see if he does it. If he does, he loves me muchly, right? *shakes head vigorously* He throws jokes at me and sees how many I can knock out of the park. If I don't get the joke or let it slide right off me, then therefore we're not meant to be. It's the biggest and catchiest of 22s I've ever seen. Darnit if I didn't love him so much, I'd never be able to deal with this. Damnit if my fragile heart wasn't so putty in his palms, we'd never have gotten this far. But I love the brute and I will put up with most things in order to continue to be as happy as I have been otherwise. I'm still expecting him to break up with me at some point... and him to regret his decision, cos I am teh awesome and teh yum. :D
Now I'm working on a project for him -- censoured in case you're reading this, J! -- and I'm nowhere close. Bah! Oh yeah, also of note, as I walked out of EF Education's elevator, I bump into a Brown grad (my year I think even), and when I try to have a quiet lunch all to myself by going to the floor above me, I bump into the wee chubby woman who walked up to the Bono decoy-decoy and told him off. She looked so freaked out when I approached her... :D Whoo and yay for having the courage to freak people out and not giving a shit. :D
the edge to your bono,
mols
I just got off the phone a few minutes ago with someone calling from MGH, who claims that I owe $640, cos THEY never sent in the claim to the insurance company. What?! They said it was some time in July 2001, which is right after I graduated and before me mum got laid off (therefore I MUST have had insurance). I expect I must've been getting meningitis shots or something, but this is just absurd. Why do *I* have to pay for your fucking mistakes, MGH?! Why?! I just asked them to send me the bill, so I can see it right in front of my eyes and later tell them to piss the fuck off. I'm really angry, cos that's more than 2 weeks wages and a 1/3 of what I've saved up.
Yesterday was a good day. I didn't feel like going in to work, so I didn't. Ahh GWP. Instead, me mum and I went out shopping, cos I needed to return shit at Target... but I just ended up buying more stuff. Woe is my bank account. Once I got home, Larry and I set off to watch Harry Potter (I for the second time), but not before Larry managed to confirm my geekdom to Tuxedo Mask. Bah!
This morning looked hopeful... until J decided to be an arse. :D It's so not fair. I mention that I miss Patrick once, and J's like, 'OMG tact!' But it's ok for him to say that he misses Grace in a non-platonic way and that Grace sent him a sexy forward and signed off immediately afterward. He wants to get away with everything, and for the most part, I don't know who bothers to challenge him. Why do I? Cos I can't stand the arrogance of it. Actually, as I'm reading the chat log, it looks like we passed over that issue pretty quickly, and soon moved on to me being a slut, cos I had crushes on lots of people. (Yet it's ok for him to snog at least 40 girls in his life... By his rationale, do *our* kisses mean anything then?) We both somehow find a way to move onto the next subject, but subsequent conversation fodder still involves a riling of teh molee. Is he testing my patience? My love for him? Cos apparently, the fact that I often haven't been able to deal with it means that it's not fate. In a way, it's self-fulfilling, stupid self-fulfilling sluthead J. :D He once told me that I was the first gf he had that he didn't feel superior to. And tbh, I think that might be what he needs: a girl that he feels like he's leaps and bounds better than.
What it ends up being is that both of us keep testing our love for each other constantly. I push him to do certain things and waits to see if he does it. If he does, he loves me muchly, right? *shakes head vigorously* He throws jokes at me and sees how many I can knock out of the park. If I don't get the joke or let it slide right off me, then therefore we're not meant to be. It's the biggest and catchiest of 22s I've ever seen. Darnit if I didn't love him so much, I'd never be able to deal with this. Damnit if my fragile heart wasn't so putty in his palms, we'd never have gotten this far. But I love the brute and I will put up with most things in order to continue to be as happy as I have been otherwise. I'm still expecting him to break up with me at some point... and him to regret his decision, cos I am teh awesome and teh yum. :D
Now I'm working on a project for him -- censoured in case you're reading this, J! -- and I'm nowhere close. Bah! Oh yeah, also of note, as I walked out of EF Education's elevator, I bump into a Brown grad (my year I think even), and when I try to have a quiet lunch all to myself by going to the floor above me, I bump into the wee chubby woman who walked up to the Bono decoy-decoy and told him off. She looked so freaked out when I approached her... :D Whoo and yay for having the courage to freak people out and not giving a shit. :D
the edge to your bono,
mols
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