'A disco ball is just hanging by a thread'

*Today was a Murphy's Law day; what ever COULD happen, DID happen. To begin my day, I found myself half way through a shower only to find that my hot water stopped working. Being my 'green' self, I try to save energy by only turning on the heat when I need it; with this said, I was not in need of it this morning, which left me frantically, and freezing, attempting to figure out why in God's name I could not get the hot water heater to work all the while trying to rinse the conditioner out of my hair with the tea kettle (I assure you, it was quite a sight). After semi-fixing the situation, I managed to get myself to school (still with semi conditioned hair and a dry face from not being able to properly wash my soap off--needless to say, I felt gross for most of the day...). I managed to reach my property manager who assured me that someone would be by in the afternoon. Much to my surprise, he was (the system isn't entirely flawed after all). Moments later, we figured out that it was partially due to the boiler switch having gone off in the circuit breaker box; I felt rather foolish as I had forgotten WHERE the box was in the first place, and second, hadn't thought about doing that to begin with. The guy then figured out that, while my heater was working properly, my pipe under my tub, the one that heats up my water in my electric shower, had frozen solid due to leaving my heater off the entire time I was in the US. Once again, attempting to save money and be green only made more problems for me. Fine. That was, more or less, fixed (I'm taking baths until the pipe de-thaws). I then ran off, back to school, to get a bit more work done and take my first guitar lesson (yes, I'm actually taking proper guitar lessons, which was actually quite informative. Only problem was that the guy looked like he was younger than me, which was a bit odd. Other than that, he really knew what he was doing!). Upon leaving the school, I rummaged through my purse to find my keys, only to find I had left them in my house. Without a spare to let me into my apartment. After almost having a complete breakdown in the hallway of my school, I pulled myself together and asked the people behind the desk what to do. We decided to look up emergency locksmiths; they only charged 80 pounds...). Seeing as it's -3 C, I had no choice but to cough up the money and pay for a locksmith.

Now, still feeling rather gross, 80 pounds shorter, and rather stressed, I'm looking out my window, fingers crossed, as the snow falls steadily on the Milton Keynes area. It seems as though the salt shortage we have here in the UK may pay off for those of us who do not wish to head to work tomorrow; I don't believe teachers ever fully grow out of that 'excitement' they felt, while in school, about a potential snow day.

*Sigh* I didn't even get to go to indoor this evening to relieve stress and irritation at what has happened over the course of 15 hours. Not to mention Adam is 30 minutes away by train and the snow is headed his way. The idea of not being able to see him this weekend is just not something I want to think about right now. As I said in my last post, not seeing him for two and a half weeks was far too much; another two weeks will not, in short, make me very happy.

In better news, my application is all but one reference before I send it off for review. I'm beyond excited at the thought of even having a shot at this program.