shitluck sundays.

i swear, that's what my autobiography's gonna be called.

so i went into crazytown this evening to attend a SCIENCE FICTION DOUBLE FEATURE with that brendan guy. it was awesome good times all the times.
and it was at about 11:15pm that i thought to myself, "hmm. it's a sunday night. i'm in the city and my car is in ringwood. i'm relying on public transport to get me back to that car. i really should have done some research on this."
so brendan whips out his handy-dandy train timetable (because apparently "thinking to myself" = "talking to brendan"), and i discover that the last train leaves flinders street station at 11:50. and when the friendly cinema man (aka "cineman") tells me that the movie only has five minutes left, i stop talking in the present tense and switched to the past tense. so i hung around to see the end of the movie (IT WAS PEOPLE), and we headed to station after.

it was at this point that i realised that the train TO flinders st left the station where we currently were at 11:49. and that probably wasn't gonna work out.
so i hotfooted it into the car of someone i just met, and got a lift to glenferrie station. i got there at about 11:50, so i figured i'd be sweet as a nut.
BUT it turns out either brendan's timetable was wrong or i just read it wrong, cause there was no train. the last train came through at 11:30.

it was at this point that i started to be glad that i didn't buy phone credit when i wanted to earlier that night. because all i had was $45, and that's how much a taxi ride to ringwood costs.

now i have no money. also why am i writing a blog i have to go to school