Jazzy Interlude

Is that a play on my name? Maybeh. ;D

I'm feeling pretty good. Like… like I can take on the world. (lolfuckyeahseaking)

I think I'm pretty hyper. Damn cereal with hidden sugars.

I wish I could do those things that you guys do. D:
Y'know… with the spoiler tags. Or videos. (lolgey)
I don't know how to do any of that. I'M SORRY I'M NOT PRO AT THIS LIKE SOME OF YOU ARE.

Mhmmmm now for update on my life, yes?

OKAY.
I just got my brand new ID that I waited like… 2 years to get. ROFL.

I go with my boyfriend downtown to the department of motor vehicles. I take a number and go up the stairs and it was like YOWZAOMFGBBQSPLODIN'MONKEYDOODOOCOOKIES. The place was packed up the shazoo with people. I think most of them wanted to renew their IDs. Wait.. what am I saying. The place is always jam packed. FFFFFFFF–!!
ANYWAY.
We try to find a place to chill. I look at my number as it says: "B227" then under it, it says: "There are 42 people ahead of you."
…
42?
42!?

I had woken up extra early so I could get there without having to wait. It's like…8 in the facking morning and there's already a God awful line.
EFFINGGERBBILUPTHEASSWITHATUBE.
By the time my number was called, it was 3 in the afternoon. I stood up waiting for 7 hours. 7 HOURS!!
They give you this form to fill out. When I hand it in, the lady gives it back and says I have to refill it since I used a gelpen.
ROFLCOPTOR.
…
Not really. D: *Headdesk*
So I run back and fill it out with a black pen and hurry back before they skip over my number. Then the lady takes my picture and gives me the print out for the ID for me to hold onto until I get my real ID. My friend and boyfriend starting poking fun that my picture looked like I had just gotten out of prison. I know I'm ugly but JEEZE. D<

BUT THEN…

I get home all proud and stuff now that I finally registered for me ID. I gave the printout to my mommeh so she can look at it and then I victoriously stroll to my room. She ALSO said I looked like I came out of jail. Then a few seconds later…

"JAZMIN!! GET OVER HERE NOWWWW!!"

So I'm like: "Whuuuuut did I do nao? *Sadfais*"

She points to the address. My address number is 115. In my haste to fill out the form before they skipped my number, I had accidentally put 15 and forgot the extra 1. Then she started going on about how I couldn't do the simplest things and how on earth she could ever have a daughter that fails so much at life.

"I TELL YOU TO DO A SIMPLE THING AND YOU FAIL AT THAT TOO! YER GOOD FER NUTHIN'!!"

…
I was speechless.

What's that thing called when you make a horrible mistake or just do something stupidly wrong, kiddies?
Oh yeah, that's right.

EPIC FAILURE!!!

WHATTHEFU–*BOOOOOOOOM!!!*

*Asplodes*

I go on the interwebz to the site I needed and fixed my address online. While they did mail my ID to the correct location, they still didn't change the address on my ID card. So I had to put a lil sticker on it and write my correct address on it.
That's basically like a giant "the owner of this card failed epically to even get her address right" to everyone who looks at it.

LolIfail.

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Jazzy music is jazzy. Old music rox my sox hardcore. LISTEN TO IT! D<

'Till next time.

~Jaz