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Art Colony: sorry
Saturday, December 11, 2004
› by victoria
I'm so, so sorry--at the world, at everything, at myself. I don't even know where to begin.
I don't think I should even post right now, but I'm still writing all the same.
I just found out the worst possible news, ever. Well, actually, things could get worse, upon reflection, but I certainly hope they don't.
The cingular thing is growing like that guy in AKIRA. I guess it's up to $500-something now. My parents emailed b.friend's parents in a very bad way about the situation, because they [my parents] aren't going to help me/us pay it. And it's the beginning of finals week, and my ADPR project isn't even remotely going well--I did the cover page, and it took me 3 hours to do, because I couldn't find any pictures of "teens" on Google Image search that weren't porn, so I had to go through stupid webshots.com photo albums by teenagers, about 400 of them, and copy and paste each individual photo for my project, then use AdobePhotoshop to make a (crappy, beginner-esque) collage out of them. I think it looks like shit, but I can't re-do it because I don't have time and I only have $10 to print out the rest of my project so I can't mess up (each page costs $1 to print).
So my parents emailed B.f.'s parents, and this is NOT good at all, for anybody. They said that they--his parents--should pay our bill, not them, and the way they phrased the email was really unfair and baised-sounding to us.
Sometimes I am just absolutely furious with them. They really are making this situation even worse. I don't know what's going to happen at this point. All I know is that I'm just exhausted, and I feel like the world's worst HappyRobot columnist because my life must be so goddamn depressing to read about. Maybe it's entertaining, though--most great works of fiction are depressing, and most famous writers were alcoholics, so i guess i'm on my way to writing a best seller. or something.
So who knows what's going to happen? I'm way past the stage of "alarm->resistance" and i'm deep in "exhaustion". And i'm here at work until 9 PM, at which point I have to go home and break the news to b.f. who isn't going to happy about this, and plus he had a cold this morning so i don't want to stress him out anymore if he's still sick.
Wish me luck, guys.
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