Modern Nomad Seeks Friends

Yesterday was an almost perfect day, weather size atleast. It got up into the higher 60's. Sunny, and blue skies. If you were a light jacket you'd had been to hot. A long sleeve shirt, tops, and you would've ready.
Other than the weather it wasn't a perfect day for me, infact the complete opposite. I missed two train, in a row, into the city. Neither were my fault. (I swear I'm actually not just trying to not take blame. They really weren't my fault.) The first time was the banks fault. I'm trying to cash my paycheck for the week, and they have to give me hell about it. It has to be approved for some reason. (This is the first bank that has ever given me problems. Hell the bank in Chinatown doesn't give me problems. Infact I always have problems when I go to that bank.) So that took about half an hour, and as I was walking out of the bank I saw the train leaving the station. I was pissed at this point, but got over it quickly since I knew I could go get my nails done, and be back in time to catch the next train. Especially since I get my nails done 5 minutes, if even, from the train station. So I got out of the nail place with 15 minutes to get to the station. Which wasn't enough time apparently because it just happened there was a parade in town at the exact time I was leaving. So after having to get around all the idiots, and cops, going to two different parking lots before finding a place (I swear there isn't enought parking in that town, and everyone complains about it). As I was parking my car the train came into the station. And I knew that I couldn't make it unless I could've flown to the station, snapped my fingers and just magically appeared on the train, or something. I was super pissed at this point, and just said fuck it to waiting around for another hour to catch the next train. So I went to the mall instead.
Where I did a little shopping, got my hair cut, made someone do my make-up, tried to get someone to fix the shuffle my sister sent me so I could send it back to her for "The Trip" (they of course were just to busy for me to even talk to someone about it. I even came back a few hours later, and they were still busy). Made me feel a little better, but not a lot better.
Following the mall I decided that it would be a good idea to do my "weekend ritual" which is seeing a movie. And the only thing that I could even stand to see was The Pink Panther. (I know its suppose to be a "kids movie", but I grew up with the Pink Panther, and Steve Martin is hilarious). There were a group of younger highschoolers that sat behind me, which didn't bother me until they started doing their stupid "I'm sooooo cool" high school crap. During parts of the movie one of the guys right behind me would have one of his friends call him, so his cell would go off, and they'd all laugh and crap. They were just loud during the whole movie, and making fun of other people. Then the guy behind me kicked my seat, hard, three times in a row. Which was the end of the straw. I turned around, and told him (in my bestest older sister, I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't listen to me) to stop it. They were all quiet for a little while, but then started up again. Almost like they were shocked someone told them to stop it. So on my way out I ended up walking the same group of kids. And I heard them talking about me. The kid that I told to stop it was trying to describe me to his kids, and in his words "she looked old. Like she shouldn't be in that movie." And he had no idea why I would tell him to stop. I wanted to bust into the whole conversation, and tell them what kind of snot-nosed preppy privelaged assholes they were. Watching them though I thought about when I was in highschool, and I just hope that I wasn't that big of a pricky bitch.
Stay turned for pictures of my haircut (and I SWEAR yarn porn will be soon.)