A Little Update from Me: 15 Days to Go! (it's midnight now)

It's midnight, and it's 15 days to go, now. :,( I'm starting to feel the rush now.

I've got a story to tell today.

So I watched Harry Potter today. I was in a bad luck, because a couple sitting next to me was annoying. Not the girl, the guy. The guy is a cheap-skate looking guy who apparently watched Harry Potter already, so he said stuff that's gonna happen one second before. He also mimics the actors and how they say it. It was completely annoying, and I kinda just tolerated him until half of the movie. I asked the girl to keep her guy shut, and the second time, (I wished I had a shotgun) I just said, SHH! and the third time, I do a "tch" and when it was over, the girl was like, 

"Hey you were really noisy the whole time.." to the guy

Me, having a period and some veins popping out, I said, "YEAH you were SO noisy."

So we quickly left the theater and because he was sitting on the isle, I purposely bump onto him, and of course, he pushed me back. I was that close to punching him, but considering he is one of the cheap-skate Javanese that could call their companies and shoot me when I get out of the mall, I decided not to. I should've. But, this is kind of the time where I'm already going to be out of Indonesia in no time, and I want to be able to go to college in one full, healthy, piece...alive. 

Just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse, I went to Sox Gallery because I knew I needed socks. So I went there, bought some things, went home, and then after I ripped off the labels, I suddenly realized: They didn't put in that checkered headbands. The receipt said I got 12 items, but I've only got 11 items. That fucking bitch even wrote down the wrong numbers, over-pricing for some stuff that I've got. I matched all the items again, and knew that one of them is over-priced. So I decided, tomorrow (today afternoon..coz it's midnight now) I'll be going there and I can't exactly sue them, so I'll just take what I can get. My mom will be coming with me to teach me how to complain at the right manners. I hope it works. I hope I get my effing cute checkered headband, because I PAID for it, and it's not about worth it or not. It's about JUSTICE. I want to get my headband and I WANT THAT PIECE OF RECEIPT to be corrected, because apparently, they tricked me. FUCKING BITCHES.

Yes, I'm complaining. No, I'm not suggesting not to buy from Sox Gallery, in fact, go ahead. their socks are nice to use, but it's the bitch that worked there that I want to punch so badly. It's going to be something like, if the complain doesn't work and the fat bitch's shift is tomorrow, 

"HEY you fat bitch. I'm on my period now. You want a piece of me? Here, eat this. *punches and scratches* Oh that's not enough? How about I cut your finger so you can't commit crime ANYMORE YOU FAT BITCH!"

About living there, I'm just... a bit... bothered on something. It's just that... I can't live without that Jet water shower thing. I clean my ass with that. At least, that's the culture that I live on and it's the cleanest, and it's one of the things I can't live without. It's like, I don't notice them, but when it's missing, it's a huge thing to miss. I can't exactly install a shower on the apartment, so do I have to suck it up and use wet tissues instead? Oh, really, that's gonna clean butt?? REALLY? EW.

EW EW EW EW. I can't stand it. I went to Singapore for a week and I am complaining and whining every single day. Why, why is it that showers aren't installed on bathrooms? I mean, it's for the sake of cleaning asses! :\ Gawd. 


so there you go.