fuck the world

Well here's a recrap of my life in the last month:

POOOOOOOOOOOOP.

A more detailed recrap:

--mom dying
--devastating breakup
--denial of admission to U of I
--computer broken
--car keyed
--computer more broken, I lost everything on the terrabyte hard drive
--grandpa's leg hurt
--computer MORE broken, motherboard and other assorted crap hosed
--dad starts discussing funeral arrangements for mom during our mother's day celebration
--I start crying during our mother's day celebration
--mom gets a blood transfusion
--renter's insurance claim filed for computer
--they still don't know what's wrong with my grandpa's leg

I'm sure there's even more shit but I can't remember it at this point. Suffice it to say: every time I get in an elevator I'm sure it's going to trap me, and I'm more worried about serial killers than ever in a sort of Alanis Morissette version of irony about them killing me after me being freaked out about them this long and already having an incredibly bad string of luck.

Good things, however:

--economic stimulus payment
--I hung with Andy and some of his friends that I actually hung out with when Julie was in town last time. They are cool.

But yeah, the computer's still busted, I dunno what's going to happen. I seriously doubt my insurance is going to give me the money it orig. cost back but I thought why not try. So again, I would notify me through other channels if you want a reply any time soon.