Shriveled and Bitter

Recently I've been in a horrible mood. Horrible, I tell you. All bitter and shriveled like fingers that have been in dishwater for too long, or an apple that you found in your backpack from 3 months ago, or a raisin that begs to be eaten instead of picked out of your breakfast cereal. I would comment about being shriveled and bitter like a grandma... but all the grandmas I know are sweet and plump like sugar cookies, so I refuse to use that one.

Want to know what has made me so bitter? I'll tell you:

• Lack of sleep
• Homework
• Wedding venues gone awry
• Reading over 100 pages of homework
• Not finishing homework
• Not finding motivation to finish homework
• Not finding motivation to start homework
• Roommates who eat a whole box of my cookies when I share
• Wedding dresses that don't fit when they did a week ago
• People's incompetence
• Rounds
• Asinine Assumptions that only end in someone getting hurt

I think the homework thing can explain itself... most of you know EXACTLY where I'm coming from on that one, unless you're one of those weirdos who actually enjoyed all the punishment that is homework.

As for the wedding dress and venues, we live 3 blocks out of the required area to get the venue we want (but don't worry, we're not letting that one go just yet). About the dress, I went to have my dress altered yesterday and found out that the saleslady gave us erroneous information when I bought it a week ago, that very nearly caused me to cry an unhappy fit of tears. Then, they couldn't get the dress to zip. Not only did I feel like a cow, but we were informed that the dress doesn't come in a larger size. 20 minutes and 3 people later they realized that it wasn't me, it was the slip they were using, so off went the slip and up went the zipper... but not up did my spirits rise. Although the saleswoman told us we could have our choice of bolts and bolts of lace to put on the bottom of my dress to make it long enough for only $150, we arrived to find no such lace. They had 1 ugly, grandma's kitchen curtains kind of flimsy lace that took away from the attractiveness of the dress rather than adding to it. The seamstresses said they recommend I get 4 inches of satin added to the bottom of my dress - they'd make it look like it was supposed to be there. The price of this added satin? $150. The price of ordering a dress 4 inches longer? $50. The downside was that no refunds or returns were allowed. We talked with a manager and explained our situation and she allowed an override for our special situation. My longer dress should arrive the beginning of July. July. It's a good thing I insisted on going in this weekend rather than the end of June when they suggested.

And lastly, let me explain the assumptions. I got a tattoo not too long ago and everyone has asked flat out, or more round-aboutly if I was "under the influence of drugs or alcohol" I wanted to say "Really? Me? You think I would do that?!?!!!?!?" But then I realize they never thought I was the kind of person to get a tattoo either. So yes, go ahead and assume; throw that proverbial stone. And before you even think it, Weston had nothing to do with it and didn't even know I was thinking about it.

As for now... I'm trying to curb the bitterness. I need a dang cookie.