days that alternate between awful and funny

So today was hectic (and will continue to be so, I believe)

Dan was sick last night but is miraculously better today. Go him. I was fine last night but woke up with a toothache. Suck.

This morning i went to the grocery store to pick up food so the showalters can eat upon arriving (found out like 45 mins ago they already ate, but whatever... it will be good food for me then). We will be having:

Salad (red/yellow peppers, red onions, greens, homemade lime-cilantro salad dressing)
Lime-Cilantro chicken (grilled)
Red-Wine Sauteed Mushrooms (I'm trying SOOO hard to like them!)
completely homemade key lime pie for dessert. Well, I bought sweetened condensed milk.... I didn't make that myself. ::sigh::

so dinner will be good (hopefully).

then, after getting the pie started, went to campus and got my encumbrances removed... I went to HOVDE @ 12:15, they were closed 'til 1... I went and got my cap and gown from follets (they didn't charge me the late fee! yay!). Then I went back to HOVDE only to find out that I had to pay my parking ticket at the Northwestern street garage... so I go over there and pay it, and on my way out...

There is this dude backing up (trying to find the exit or avoid driving in a circle or something) going like 15mph backwards... I'm going like 15-20mph forwards... I honk and brake and swerve, and he stops a mere 6 inches from my car. Then proceeds to block me in the garage (someone else was behind me at this point, so I'm totally trapped. Gets out of his champagne camry and proceeds to scream at me with his middle-eastern accent about how I almost killed him, and that his car is new, and that I would have been responsible for his death and how would I like to have that on my record, etc. etc. He goes on for like 4-5 minutes; I tell him that I didn't hit him, so perhaps we can move on with our lives, roll up my window and start blasting my music (which, admittedly, is not blast-worthy [Tori Amos - In the wrong band] but its whats playing right now). Anyway, finally (after much honking from people behind us) the dude drives away. I'm like... freaking the hell out though.

I go back to HOVDE and get my encumbrances removed, then go to my apartment to clean up a bit and find my commencement tickets...

They are nowhere to be found! I search everywhere (for about an hour.5) and call my mom to make sure she doesn't have them... she doesn't. I'm totally f'ed in the A. So I freak out. Big time.

I go to Dan's and sulk for awhile, then notice he asked if I was around a mere 5 mins ago, and then signed off of AIM. So I call him up and he's leaving work early, and I cry and he is nice about everything... plus [the much needed] calm and level-headed. So he suggests we ask for more tickets. I feel like this is ridiculous, since I'd already asked for 2 extras and was fully denied. But we go, and (miraculously) they give us 4 tickets. I didn't dare ask for a 5th... Charlie will still have to sneak in. I now know that if I do need extra tix, all I have to do is pretend there is an emergency. (Purdue readers: spread the word!)

So everything is pretty much the way it was before, after much strife and completely unproductive drama.

I suppose drama is always unproductive, but alas! Being female, I am predisposed to it.

On another note, I saw a nazi magnetic ribbon... It was red with a black swastica in the center. Humorously (or not) it was on a Mercedes-Benz. I really cannot tell if it was meant to be satirical...

And on a completely random note, I had a dead spider on my face earlier. It was very strange. I just touched my face and there it was! So bizarre.