'She's A Screw Up - Again'

Stupidity Strikes Again

You know when you've had an average kind of day? You know, the kind when you trek to HarbourTown and don't buy anything but have some good company? When you go to IKEA but can't complete your order because they're out of stock but you get a yummy $1 hotdog for lunch? When you buy the coolest new shoes but are late for a drama rehersal? When you don't buy a guitar but have a good time looking and can enjoy the anticipation? Well, that was the kind of day i had today. Until this afternoon. When i had a good time with out busking expedition but screwed up yet again. And the screw up kind of blew any buzz i might have had.

After standing around for awhile listening to SaviourDave, DrB. and the MusicMan (thus named for his ability to hear something and play it - tres cool) busking - which they did a pretty good job of, if you wanted to know, and they'll be playing again in the Mall tomorrow evening so go and give them money! - Loz and i headed to ValleyGirl for a much needed shopping break. 20mins later we emergered, attired in pretty new dresses (which had been changed into in the middle of an open space as the loos were locked... lol, i decided we absolutely HAD to be impulsive and wear them RIGHT AWAY) and spent awhile playing with my dearest, darling Bobby, who is cuter than ever and definately the most adorable baby in the entire world. He eats big people food now and can talk and walk and everything! He's so clever (Yes, i gush about the baby. Deal with it). After a few more songs the boys retired gracefully. Unfortunately, despite their obvious talent, there weren't many people around... and after covering the permit and parking, we'd made and entire $1.50... oh well, better luck next time i suppose, it was a good experience!

Anyway, that bit was fun and so was the next part where we went to Cibo for cold chocolate. The boys paid the hell out of me for being slightly tipsy on the weekend - totally over exaggerating everything to Dr.B, making me sound terrible. Joyous. But SaviourDave was cute - he said i looked hot, but he wasn't allowed to think that because it was against toolie-rules. So he won himself some brownie points for being the only guy of that opinion. Even the part after all this, when Loz, SaviourDave, MusicMan and i went to ColdRock for milkshakes, was pretty ok, even though MM and i were arguing and paying each other out... we tend to do that lots, i should work on it - seeing as it's usually me that gets defensive. Oops. Anyway, they all enjoyed a good laugh as they saw the horror on my face when they pretended that the U-Park closed at 6.30 (it was now 8.30) and i thought i'd locked my car in. I nearly killed them for that. That would NOT have been good.

All of this still falls into the 'good' part of the evening - the worst was still to come. We headed back to the car park as i had to get home, expecting some of the girls to come round for some DVDs (they later bailed, which was probably a good thing, considering). We got to the car park (after accosting some poor other busker for tips) and froze, stunned. You know how they'd been teasing me and saying that my car was locked in? Well, guess what. Yes, that's right. The car park DID close at 6.30. It was now 8.30. My car (and my hot new shoes) were tightly locked inside.

While i stood there, mullet-like, on the verge of tears, Loz and MusicMan tried to find a way in. Excepting a $55 fee, they were stumped. SaviourDave tried to get me smiling, saying it was pretty funny, but i wasn't convinced. Maybe if this kind of thing didn't happen to me all the time and hadn't earned me a reputation for being incapable, hopeless and a ditz i would've cared less, but that wasn't the case. Unfortnately. He offered us a lift home. After nearly killing him for laughing at me, i sat quietly in the back seat, still trying to avoid bursting into tears. I really am hopeless, i should practically be put back in nappies i'm so naieve.

Once we got to my place, SaviourDave redeemed himself with an apology for laughing and i felt bad for being such a bitch. Geez. I need to grow a conscience. I'm too mean sometimes. MusicMan, whom i may have bagged rather badly in many previous posts, proved himself once and for all to be the total opposite of the idiot i once thought him, no matter how many insults we trade back and forth. I'm just too touchy. Not only did he offer to pick me up and take me to my car in the morning, as well as offering to split the fee i'd get, but when we got to my place he got out too, opened my door and gave me a big hug as i sniffled against his shoulder. He told me not to worry and didn't laugh at me for getting so upset. I know you'll eventually read this, so thanks a million for being so nice and i'm sorry i was pissed at you before. Just ignore everything i say in future. Sometimes a hug can just make the crappest situation better. And, for me, this was definately crap.

As i headed inside to avoid the truth and pretend to my mother that my car was actually sitting outside, i took a deep breath and steadied myself. In a few hours it'd all be fixed. In the meantime, i figure i can work on a plan to stop myself doing stupid things that earn me the reputation of 'screw-up'. No more mucking around, get ready for the new and improved, responsible and sensible, boring and no-mistake-making Annie.

Night all. Hope your evening's ended better than mine.

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