murphy's law

murphy's law: "anything that can go wrong will go wrong"

on saturday, i went on march break. i packed up my bags and closed down my room and loaded my car and picked up my friend. we drove three hours to my house. we mostly stayed there until this morning.

on sunday night, my phone broke. i was mid-phone call when it restarted. i made the call again, and again it restarted. i put it aside and continued the call on my laptop. later, i tried to figure out what was wrong. it was restarting in random increments. i did research, attempted a force restart, and had no success. i noticed it was getting hot, so i turned it off.

i had a very nice and restful break, and didn't really need a phone. i lost track of the time a lot, and it was good for me. i wasn't able to get in to brightspace, and that was also good for me, although maybe bad for my grades. probably fine. i almost burnt a couple things my mother texted me to take out of the oven, but all of them ended up perfectly cooked. ultimately, not having a phone allowed me to focus on what mattered over break.

i went to get my phone repaired, and the guy was being solidly misogynistic in the sort of way where he didn't believe i could know anything about what might be wrong with my phone. i walked in and told him it was probably a battery issue because it was rebooting and getting hot and he provided several other options before i repeated what i said and he agreed. he said he'd replace the battery and disconnect some other sensor but that didn't work, the phone wasn't worth fixing, so i paid $70 and left.

while waiting for my phone to get fixed, my friend and i were going to go to probably my favorite burger place for lunch. they were closed. this is the second time i've tried to go there and they've been inexplicably closed. we went to a different burger place and it was mediocre.

on thursday, i got a haircut and went to a local pottery studio that was having a sale on seconds. after acquiring beautiful pottery, my friend and i returned to the car and found a parking ticket. if you know me or my twitter, you know i don't stand for such things. no resolution to this one, i still need to pay it.

on friday, i was going to go to montreal to see a play a friend was directing and be in the city. on thursday night, i had finished cooking a very late (for nice reasons) dinner and sat down and realized i didn't have my passport. in the morning, i texted someone i know on my floor who was staying over break. she very kindly said she'd let me in to my room to get my passport.

after driving back to burlington, we were dropping stuff off at my friend's apartment and she left her keys inside and we got locked out. thankfully, the building staff were able to let us back in.

i picked up a different friend, made it to montreal, and tried to park. the formerly unattended lot i previously parked in now for a whole weekend had an attendant, and it seemed like i couldn't park there for more than an hour. his english wasn't the best, so we tried to find a different lot. this lot very clearly had an option to park for 24 hours, but the attendant didn't speak any english. we managed to make it work, but my bank decided i wasn't actually allowed to be in montreal so my card declined. thankfully, my friend's card worked and we parked and made it to the place we were staying.

walking into the apartment, i reached to close the door and gouged my hand on a nail poking out the back. it created two short cuts just below my pinky. i considered this my blood sacrifice, and nothing further went terribly wrong. i'm now safely back at school. much of this was my fault, and many wonderful things happened over break, but this was a string of ill events too significant to ignore. watch out.