This is my 11:30pm rant. Don't judge.

I am going to pull my hair out for so many reasons right now.

1. My cell phone service in this box SUCKS.  I don't use that word too often, but right now...it's the only word I have to describe how freaking annoying it is to have to get up and walk to the window every time I want to send a text.  OR how frustrating (& uncomfortable) it is to plaster myself against the wall in a specific spot in hopes that my phone call will only drop once during the conversation.  I will be the first to admit that I am the worst at returning calls and texts, but it's been taken to a whole new level.  All of a sudden I'll see the little voicemail icon in the top corner of my phone from 3 hours ago.  Whoops.  Sorry that I didn't hear the last 5 attempts you've made to contact me.  But hey!  Good news... I got the voicemail you left, just a few hours later.

2. I've been in this little (I use that word quite seriously at the moment) room for pretty much the entire day.  I tried to go to Golden Gate Park 2.5 times.  All of which were failed attempts.  I showed up early to the bus stop, went to the right cross streets, but was at the wrong bus stop.  Bye bye, 38L.  So I walked myself back up the hill through the Tenderloin to my apartment, pulled up Google Maps again, and rerouted my day.  I was on my way to the right stop an hour later, just in time to catch the bus...pulling away.  GREAT.  I sat at the stop for a few minutes anyway, hoping to be able to pull up something on my phone.  I was throwing my fist in the air as I pulled out my phone to see that it had virtually no battery because our charger is slow as molasses here.  Then, I was yelled at across the street for my attire.  "YELLOW PANTSSS!!! YEAHHHHH!!! YELLOW PANTS!!!"  Awesome, ya freaking weirdo.

Once again, I made the walk of shame back to my apartment, only to get upstairs, pull up Google Maps, find a new route, and check my email.  My mom forwarded an email to me from a family friend who sent me a list of things to do in the city.  She mentioned Golden Gate Park and to be careful while I'm there.  Of course I googled it, wondering if it was unsafe.  Someone wrote a review TODAY about how they were yelled at by a bunch of homeless people while they were entering.  They said once they were in, they were fine...but they had to wait it out so that they could walk in with a group of people.  As much as I love being yelled at (especially today), I think the "yellow pants" comment was enough for one day.

I sat there and thought to myself, "I tried.  I really did.  It was a valiant effort and I'll give it another  go tomorrow."  Then I pulled out my book, crossed my legs, and ate some Ben & Jerry's.  I did get out one final time to do some grocery shopping this evening.  Big girl panties turned into training panties yet again, since I pulled out my practically lifeless phone and called J.  We decided a trip down south was very necessary so I am heading to Laguna to be with the fambam on Saturday.  We'll see what tomorrow has in store for me as I try to conquer the bus system here once again.  No yellow pants, though.  Those are going to stay tucked in the closet for a while.

3.  The world's biggest bug tried to break into my apartment tonight.  I went into the kitchen and I saw something scurry...literally, scurry across the floor.  I flipped the light switch on and there was the biggest beetle I've ever seen (alive).  I hightailed it to the closet to get a pair of JD's shoes, because I sure as heck wasn't going to squish the thing to death with my glitter lace-ups.  I had to smack that thing like 6 times before it finally gave up the ghost.  SICK.  I still freak out thinking about it.  You better believe that in my prayers tonight, I'm saying my thank you's that it was only a beetle and not a mouse, because if that were the case, these yellow pants would be a touch yellow'er if you catch my drift.

(Okay...so I know they are a little bright.  But honestly, I know my pants are yellow.  
Why are you telling me AND the rest of the street this?)