This is How a Heart Breaks
Tuesday, oh Tuesday. How I wish it were Thursday.
I had a long morning. It sucked. I woke up at 7, and could not fall back asleep. It didn't exactly help that Aaron was there, snoring louder than ever. Apparently, he didn't have classes today, so he got to sleep in which just confused the hell out of my sleeping cycle. My shower? Was awkward. I could hear the cleaning-lady man hackin shit up, while wiping the piss off the walls. (because, for some reason, no fuckin guy on the 4th floor can piss in the god damn toilet). I got back to my room, packed my bookbag, and walked to the bus stop. Now, normally, the bus is suppose to arrive at 915. Well, of course being "Hell on JR Day" the bus came at 910 and left. And of course, to make matters worst, the bus driver stared me down as he pulled away like I had just swore off everything he found holy. I got to work late. And now, I can't muster the energy to do anything other than surf the internet. I wish this day was better. I still am yet to go to any classes- so I have to sit through Economics, Literature, and then Bio Lab from 6 to 8 with the biggest prick in the world, Mr. Sparks. I'll be glad when 8 o'clock hits, I can be back in my dorm ready to crawl under the covers and hide away from the world forever. It surely can kiss my ass. I leave you with the one bit of amusement I've found during the day ... a Sex and the City quote that Dr. Aleta Meyer passed along to me: (not sure exactly why, but..)
"Maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got."
I had a long morning. It sucked. I woke up at 7, and could not fall back asleep. It didn't exactly help that Aaron was there, snoring louder than ever. Apparently, he didn't have classes today, so he got to sleep in which just confused the hell out of my sleeping cycle. My shower? Was awkward. I could hear the cleaning-lady man hackin shit up, while wiping the piss off the walls. (because, for some reason, no fuckin guy on the 4th floor can piss in the god damn toilet). I got back to my room, packed my bookbag, and walked to the bus stop. Now, normally, the bus is suppose to arrive at 915. Well, of course being "Hell on JR Day" the bus came at 910 and left. And of course, to make matters worst, the bus driver stared me down as he pulled away like I had just swore off everything he found holy. I got to work late. And now, I can't muster the energy to do anything other than surf the internet. I wish this day was better. I still am yet to go to any classes- so I have to sit through Economics, Literature, and then Bio Lab from 6 to 8 with the biggest prick in the world, Mr. Sparks. I'll be glad when 8 o'clock hits, I can be back in my dorm ready to crawl under the covers and hide away from the world forever. It surely can kiss my ass. I leave you with the one bit of amusement I've found during the day ... a Sex and the City quote that Dr. Aleta Meyer passed along to me: (not sure exactly why, but..)
"Maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got."