I had a day. Not sure if mind-blowingly awesome day, or soul crushingly awful day.
So I guess those two things cancel so I just had a day.
And none of it at all had to do with the fact that it’s valentine’s day.
Shirts were made. Actually, not today, but tuesday and thursday, golden made herself and myself t shirts. Just in time for valentine’s day. They’re epic. I love them. On the front, mine reads “ENJOLRAS: not caring about your lonely soul since 1832″ and on the back is the chorus to red and black.
the front of golden’s in pretty simple, with a heart in the corner full of smaller hearts and music notes (a heart full of love, a heart full of song… see? it’s clever) and the back just says “PONTMERCY ’32″ in typical football jersey style.
I might add pictures. But yes they are fabulous and the school day was fine and dandy, and then I got home and mentally prepared myself for what would be the best part of my day; what I have been waiting for for a week.
Buying the Brick. That perfectly, beautiful, giant, old, worn, elegant copy of Les Miserables that I held not even a week ago. It surpassed even my wildest dreams that I would find it. It was everything I love in a book, and I swore it would be mine (since the store wasn’t actually selling at the time).
As you can probably guess, I didn’t get it.
I DIDN’T GET IT.
I came on freaking opening day. My mum came home super early just so she could take me to buy it. IT WAS THERE. THE MOST PERFECT COPY I WILL EVER SEE.
I HELD IT IN MY HANDS.
I am fortune’s fool.
Goddam I’m just really angry. I will likely never again see as perfect a copy as that, and seeing as I will settle for nothing less, I’ll probably never even read it (I’m the same way about men… could be a problem). My ONLY solace is in the fact that someone is now VERY happy to have made, quite frankly, the purchase of a lifetime.
So yea, I’m basically completely dead inside. I got right home, went right upstairs (took some ibuprofen because braces but this step doesn’t really count), locked myself in my room, and had a sob fest.
I AM CRYING ON VALENTINE’S DAY.
BECAUSE OF A BOOK.
I SWEAR I WILL NEVER LOVE AGAIN.
So on that cheery note, ima go make some mountain dew cake in hope of feeling better.
*grabs cat and hugs until cat gets pissed ouch now I’m crying and my stomach is bleeding*