Misery loves company

This started my day off completely wrong, but so right, all at once.

I've been having one of those weeks where nothing seems to be panning out entirely the way I'd like- it's one big game of give-and-take. For a while, everything was right with the world; I could have it all with fries on the side. But, no. Sacrifices must be made. Usually dumb ones, too.
Sacrifices like not having to go through the god-awful housing lottery process at school this year thanks to a big ol' scholarship to University College of London for my junior year abroad, only to be denied student housing there. Or, having the time of my life with my girlfriends at the expense of the Cool Guy, which leads to unpleasant romantic tension. Or, discovering that some awesome bands are touring through Omaha five days before I come back, and hitting NYC about five days after I peace out.

And gas is fricking expensive here in Westchester County. That doesn't really have any counter. It just puts me in a bad mood because I'm at less than a quarter tank and don't get paid until the 30th...

But back to the above link about the 21 Absolute Worst Things in the World.

There's a sort of comfort and community that comes with hating things. Sometimes I think the world would be better off if aliens invaded and blew up Manhattan, San Francisco, or the White House or something else really cliched...

But seriously, #4 hits too close to home...