My own private rut

It's one of those days/mornings/whatever when I realize how much my life follows the cliche "The more things change, the more they stay the same." For all my big talk of how I'm learning, changing, becoming different, growing, all I'm really doing is reliving different aspects of the past few years over and over again. And I can't decide if it's just that I'm unwilling or unable to get out of my ruts--though I know that I am extremely, extremely good at falling back into old habits, if I ever truly break them in the first place. Hmf. Or something.

And now for 'Misadventures in Food!' My lunchbox tipped over when I rounded a corner on the way in to work this morning, and naturally the container of applesauce I had in there came open and got crud all over the rest of my lunch. Okay, so it only took a few minutes to rinse the containers and my lunchbox off, but still, it pissed me off. And I was noticing that they're selling containers of Sobe in our work vending machines--but the boxes are about half the size of the usual bottles, and cost *twice* as much (2.50 as opposed to a dollar for the full bottles at the grocery store). Yet another sign of how UNO likes to screw their students and staff when you have to buy food products here. :p

...what, me snarky? Say it isn't so! (Eh, scarcastic, too. Lovely.)

And just because this song grabs my attention and I end up singing to it every time it comes on the radio, I shall share the lyrics:

New Found Glory
"My Friends Over You"

I’m drunk off your kiss
For another night in a row
This is becoming too routine for me
But I did not mean to lead you on
And it’s all right to pretend
That we still talk
It’s just for show, isn’t it
It’s my fault that it fell apart

Just maybe
You need this
And I didn’t mean to
Lead you on

You were everything I wanted
But I just can't finish what I've started
There’s no room left here on my back
It was damaged long ago
Though you swear that you are true
I still pick my friends over you
(My friends over you)

Please tell me everything,
That you think that I should know
About all the plans we made
When I was never to be found
And it’s all right to forget
That we still talk
Its just for fun, isn’t it
It’s my fault that it fell apart

Cuz maybe you need this
And I didn’t mean to
Lead you on

You were everything I wanted
But I just can't finish what I've started
There’s no room left here on my back
It was damaged long ago
Though you swear that you are true
I still pick my friends over you
(My friends over you)

Just maybe you need this
You need this…
And I didn’t mean to
Lead you on

You were everything I wanted
But I just can't finish what I've started
There’s no room left here on my back
It was damaged long ago
Though you swear that you are true
I still pick my friends over you


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And extra kudos to my work pc for crashing once again when I was trying to post this. Huzzah, you electronic bastard! *kicks the tower* :p

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Have you ever had a time where you're so angry you can't really describe it?

Let's just say that my Mom sent me an email that she and Dad had each tried to call our house today to leave messages, and got a busy signal all day. And yep, when we got home and checked, there was no dial tone.

My phones are not working *AGAIN*.

Qwest can go fuck themselves. Then they can fix my phone to last me until I can research what cel phone service I want to use.

I am *SO* very, *very* angry. I don't do well when lots of little stresses add together, but particularly when one stress is a repeat offender that just hit the three-strikes-and-you're-out line. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! >