24 hours of non stop bullshit
Yesterday I started off perfectly miserable, having to go to the school for a repeat pharmacy session that didn't answer any of my questions, then dropping Genetics for the final time. I talked to Dr. Wiernasz. Oddly enough, she was extremely concerned about my problems outside of school. She told me that I have an ambitious and carismatic personality that will get me in to pharmacy school and that it just takes some time. If I get that in my next fortune cookie, I'll believe it then.
Walking in the elevator, one of the pharmacy school students asked me.. "Hey! OMG your tall! Are you the foreign exchange student from England!?"
I wanted to play along ^-^, but something in me made me wonder if I had brushed my teeth that morning and so I politely said no. It was almost like watching someones heart explode, seeing the expression on his face. As if I had shot him in the face and he walked (schlumped) out of the elevator.
To whom ever that was, may you find that foreign exchange student from England and when you do.... you cherish him.
So I came from my 2 mile walk back to my truck only to look at my feet, which now had 4 blisters on them. I get into my truck, take a moment for myself, blare the volume to my CD player and scream to get the unexpressed anger building up from work, financial problems, school, and blisters out of my system.
A couple had walked past my truck and I gave them the "I"LL KILL YOU IF YOU LOOK AT ME AGAIN" look, one attributed with a gaping mouth and complementary wide eyes.
I go home and my father tells me to get ready because I have to final settle all the crap with the stupid Houston court that keep sending warrants out for my arrests for not attending court appearances that were never scheduled to me. 5 FUCKING HOURS!! My ass was grafted on to the bench whenever I was finally called up to see the judge. I was so pissed off.. Me and these two other old women (yes, I consider myself an old woman,.. I think that is what my personality test proved.. shh.. don't tell) were just bitchin' about how the judge was sittin' up there with his thumb up his ass while his associates and bailiff entirely screwed up the cases. The bailiff heard us talking and he said, "Folks! There should be no conversations while in court. If you want to "conversate" you need to "conversate" outside. Like the three old bitches we were, we died laughing and over the other two laughing I said, "conversate is not a word! >[]
Walking in the elevator, one of the pharmacy school students asked me.. "Hey! OMG your tall! Are you the foreign exchange student from England!?"
I wanted to play along ^-^, but something in me made me wonder if I had brushed my teeth that morning and so I politely said no. It was almost like watching someones heart explode, seeing the expression on his face. As if I had shot him in the face and he walked (schlumped) out of the elevator.
To whom ever that was, may you find that foreign exchange student from England and when you do.... you cherish him.
So I came from my 2 mile walk back to my truck only to look at my feet, which now had 4 blisters on them. I get into my truck, take a moment for myself, blare the volume to my CD player and scream to get the unexpressed anger building up from work, financial problems, school, and blisters out of my system.
A couple had walked past my truck and I gave them the "I"LL KILL YOU IF YOU LOOK AT ME AGAIN" look, one attributed with a gaping mouth and complementary wide eyes.
I go home and my father tells me to get ready because I have to final settle all the crap with the stupid Houston court that keep sending warrants out for my arrests for not attending court appearances that were never scheduled to me. 5 FUCKING HOURS!! My ass was grafted on to the bench whenever I was finally called up to see the judge. I was so pissed off.. Me and these two other old women (yes, I consider myself an old woman,.. I think that is what my personality test proved.. shh.. don't tell) were just bitchin' about how the judge was sittin' up there with his thumb up his ass while his associates and bailiff entirely screwed up the cases. The bailiff heard us talking and he said, "Folks! There should be no conversations while in court. If you want to "conversate" you need to "conversate" outside. Like the three old bitches we were, we died laughing and over the other two laughing I said, "conversate is not a word! >[]