Fuck this noise.

Alright, so... yeah.
 My awesome friends and I were planning on kicking off the start of the final year of academic hell with an end-of-summer bash over Labor Day weekend at the Jersey Shore (location withheld to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent). I have actually been looking forward to it for 2 months now because I could hide my laptop, glue a red solo cup to my hand and spend 3 days in complete oblivion with a few ten thousand of our closest friends. There was going to be dancing, and drunken singing, and probably at least one illegal beach bonfire where we got some underage kid drunk. It's what we do.
But then my alarm clock didn't go off. And when I said didn't go off, I mean it was stuck at 12:34 and it hasn't actually progressed past that time since I noticed it was that way. I was already late getting up, and later getting packed.
I had talked with a teenage gal in the neighborhood about coming to feed the animals and walk the dog twice a day for some pocket $$$, so I spent part of that time trying to phone her and see where the hell she was. She actually never showed up. She never answered her phone, either, it just kept redirecting to some weird busy signal/humming sound. Yay for T-Mobile phones!
And since I am retardedly responsible about things and I do what I say I will do, I couldn't leave until I had someone to come check on the animals. I tried to call my friends, and per usual the ultra-shitty phone reception was in full effect.
I got in my car, which had issues starting for some reason (too many days not driving, I'm guessing) and drove to our meeting spot... and they were gone. Granted I was, by my estimation, 45 minutes late, but I was still a little pissed off that they didn't wait for me. I call, FINALLY get through to somebody, and they tell me they actually left 5 hours ago???
I don't know how that's even possible since every clock I looked at told me I was only 45 minutes late. But when I checked a clock on the nearby bank, it said pretty boldly it was 2pm.
Clearly I'm going insane.
But wait, there's more.
I then tried to girl's phone again, and THAT finally went through. And then I got some weird story about how she tried to find the house but there was no house with that house number. I even had her read off what she'd written down, and it was the right place. She'd been up and down Holloway drive for half an hour trying to find the place, apparently. Then I asked if I could pick her up and take her there to show her, and she got really weird. She hung up a few moments later with some stupid excuse.
Stupid teenagers. I'm not supposed to want to falcon-punch somebody in the face because I study people and their interactions and be all understanding and shit. But right now, I want to falcon-punch all stupid teenagers in the face. Because they are stupid, and they ruined my weekend.
So I stayed home by myself and listened to the rain on the roof and tried not to cry because all of my friends were having fun without me while I was stuck cleaning hairballs off of rugs.
On the plus side of things, though, the rain has made it REALLY easy for me to sleep the past few days. No nightmares, no insomnia, and no weird noises. It was almost normal.
I was ready to forgive the world and be happy again, but then the Universe decided it would be amusing if my favorite hoodie just up and disappeared mysteriously. Now I am irritated again, AND I am freezing because the house is cold and I have no awesome hoodie to curl up in. I'm going to tear the closet apart again tomorrow, because it has to have fallen into or behind something. Stuff doesn't just do that.
It's started to rain again. So soothing. I need that right now.