i would have to say fucking pissed. that's the subject.

So this is primarily a band entry. You are forewarned.

Because I'm in band and they switched us to shit seats, I get two free tickets for each home game. This is pretty sweet. It generally means I get to see my parents frequently but not too frequently in the fall semester. However, for this week (vs asu), my parents decided they didn't want to come up, and I offered the tickets to my best friends here at school: my roommate and my linguistics friend. We were all especially excited because the first song of the halftime show was "Hips Don't Lie," which is basically the Squiggle anthem. To set the story, imagine that I told them...oh, at least two weeks in advance. Because that's what I did.

This past week, the linguistics friend has been rather on edge due to an unfortunate confluence of having to move, midterming, and dealing with familial interestingness. I understand and I sympathize, but when she told me for certain that she couldn't go at 10:30 Friday night, I nearly flipped. What kind of moron do you have to be to not be at least somewhat prepared to move, especially when you have known for quite a while that it's a definite deal? Admittedly, I'm not entirely clear on the weird asshole-landlord situation, but I don't care. Today's game was a 5pm game, I got home at 10 (and that's because of band. She could have been home at...9:30 or possibly earlier), and she could have had plenty of time to be packing and cleaning all day. I mean, Meli even told her to come and enjoy herself!! (INCONSIDERATE: continue on that idea)

Eh... I took a little break and lost most of the anger momentum. Tomorrow at work I guess I'll write more about this and about tonight in terms of people in my section who should quit and/or break many bones.

location: being cold in my room... maybe I should close the window
music: Gone by tobymac