My day started off pouring rain, which ruined my plans to wake up early and go out to buy the ingredients for my boyfriend’s surprise cheesecake. I guess I could’ve still gone but who wants to walk around in the rain? I finally left to go to my consultation with a surgeon. I bussed to the area, and couldn’t find the office. I walked around in the rain for half an hour and got soaked, to the point that my socks squished around in my boots. Then to my dismay I realized that the office building was right in front of the bus stop that I had gotten off at it. Yes – amazing. At my consultation the surgeon examined my mouth, and proceeded to tell me how messed up it is. Oh no but it’s okay because I can blame it on my parents! Yes because this makes me feel so much better – thanks a lot dad! The surgeon kept telling me I can blame it on my parents, and I don’t understand why he pushed that on me, do I look like the trouble teen that needs to blame all their angst on terrible parents? WELL!? Anyway it’s not like I didn’t already know that all my dental problems are my dad’s fault. So the surgeon told me that when I was younger I had too many teeth extracted, and they did this in order to push my top jaw back in order to kind of align with my underdeveloped lower jaw. This apparently wasn’t the best plan because it left me without a top lip curl and a hanging nose. Then of course my bottom jaw is underdeveloped anyway. Then he told me something I did not know – “oh and you don’t have a chin”. HUH!? He said it straightforward like it was a fact. He even showed me on an X-ray, my chin never developed. So my face does a crescent shape from the side and not a straight aligned profile, as it should be. So basically the bottom half of my face is totally messed up and it’s going to cost over 2 year of tuition to pay for it. I had to think to myself “what’s worse, being deformed but get a Chanel, or to be normal looking without a Chanel?” hard choice, seriously. Then after being told I don’t have a chin, I went to pay for the consultation, only to have my credit card declined and not have enough money on my debit to pay for it. This was mortifying, but the receptionist was nice enough to excuse me and said I could pay over the phone once the card is working. I ran right to the bank and asked what was wrong with my card, and the women had no idea and just gave me a new PIN, which I knew wasn’t the problem. On my way home I stopped at IGA and Blockbusters to buy the things for my boyfriend’s valentines surprise. I should’ve thought this through more because I ended up carrying three bags, my purse and an umbrella. And I’m fairly weak so these bags felt heavy to me! So I was completed exhausted by the time I got home. I then called Visa to demand why my card was declined, and then they told me my card was frozen because they need my dad to verify something and I’m only the secondary user so I can’t do shit. They wouldn’t even tell me why he had to call. And I kept explaining to the man that my dad lives on a different continent and it’s not that easy to get him to call a company in Canada and that I would really like to be able to use my credit card! This did nothing. So I already told my dad and hopefully he can figure it all out soon. After the visa call I just cried for a while, out of frustration, stress and exhaustion. After crying until dehydration I then went to make cheesecake from scratch, and whoever the hell said baking is relaxing is bullshitting, because that is not relaxing. It’s a lot of work and makes a huge mess! But I finally managed to make it, though not without growing a large hatred for cream cheese. My boyfriend caught me baking it, and was really excited about actually having something homemade from me. He then stopped me from throwing out the left over graham cracker mixture for the bottom, because he wanted to eat it! He then mixed it with Nutella and ate it from the bowl with a giant wooden spoon – SO GROSS. Ugh! I also made dinner, after watching some bad TV. This was very surprising to my boyfriend because everyone knows I never cook; I’m practically a walking disaster in the kitchen. It if can cut or burn me, it will. Anyway after dinner, cheesecake and combos (his favourite snack) I gave him his present, a gift card to EB games! He seemed really happy. And he felt really bad, because he doesn’t celebrate valentines day, so he didn’t want to waste $5 on a rose for me, but he did buy me a dairy queen ice cream cake – but it was made from strawberry ice cream and had fruit in the middle, which I don’t like so he ended up eating. He felt so bad that he said he would use the gift card to buy us a game for my Wii so we can play together, which is really nice of him. I did make myself feel better because I felt like such a good girlfriend, and I did make him feel guilty which was pretty enjoyable in itself. When I told my mom about my bad day she laughed really hard and told me that I should write a blog – so here I am! My mom also informed me that bad things always happen in threes, so once two bad thinks happen you can already hear yourself saying “aw crap what the hell else can go wrong!?” and the answer is: everything. Yeah, so that was my day, so if anyone reading this thought they had a bad day and realized that it wasn’t so bad in comparison, you’re welcome!
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