Let’s start out with a positive(or a small miracle) For the last two hours, I have been frantically searching for the very expensive pearl ring my grandmother gave me when I graduated from college. I recently picked up the ring from my mom’s house, reasoning that it would go with my job interview outfit well-and I was planning on wearing it on my left hand so I looked more stable/conservative. As you know, I’ve been moving, which has been awful. It started out well enough, as I was carefully packing and unpacking, but lately, I’ve just been throwing everything into boxes, plates with scraves, books with nailpolish etc. I had been looking at a particularly tacky piece of costume jewerly that I thought I had lost, when it suddenly occured to me I hadn’t seen the black velvet box with my expensive ring in a very, very long time, and that I hadn’t seen it at all at the new place. At first I wasn’t freaked out at all, I was just unpakcing stuff and moving stuff around. I thought it would be in this one box, but it wasn’t there. Then I started to go through the last boxes and it definitely wasn’t there. Then I started going through my cosemtics and these red drawers but it wasn’t there either. Then I started to really freak out- before I went into complete melt down, I went back to my old place, where there is exactly one box remaining and it wasn’t there eithter. I said a little prayer. Then I went into freak mode, taking down my box of papers, emptying stuff on the floor upside down, in case I had missed it the first time. I couldn’t believe I had every shitty necklace and bangle from claires for the last three years, but not my ring. I had just resigned myself to going through the trash at the old place-which is outisde in the garbage can in 104 degree heat, when I came to the couch to write a bitchy email about how no one should ever give me a piece of expensive jewerely because I would just lose it-as I did the other expensive, and beautiful ring my grandma gave me when I graduated from high school(it was this beautiful alexandrite my birthstone-with little diamonds-alexedrites are beautiful because they change from purple to green to blue, depending on the light) and there sitting on the couch, next to my computer, was the box with the ring. I really don’t remember seeing it there ever.
The bad: So I went to that guy’s party. I hit a deer on the way there. Yeah, a deer. I saw it on the side of the road when it was already too late to slow down and it looked at me and jumped-I couldn’t do anything but hit it. I’m really lucky, because it jumped right as I was going by, so I hit it with the corner of the bumper of the passenger side of my car. I am thinking if it was just a foot over, my airbags would have deployed, I would have probably lost control of my car because I wouldn’thave been able to see anything-as it is, the front passenger side is all fucked up-I lost the blinker, the bumper is broken, the under part is cracked and the tank with the windshield wiper fluid exploded. I am thinking there is 2 to three thousand dollars worth of damage. Great huh? You know, when you hit a deer, your night just is never going to recover.
I’ll tell you about the party tomorrow.
