was it worth it
I can file most things that happen in my life under funny misfortunes and comical situations. Shitty things always happen to me, and I always get caught in the worst situations. Some factor like luck, karma, the devil, plays a central roll in my life, cause no one can be as unlucky as I am. I should write a book or be on a reality show.
This morning I banged my head really bad on the corner of my cabinet door; I sliced my forehead and I have an egg too. After i hit my head, I slipped on the chair I was standing on and fell onto the back of it. The chair tipped me backwards and dumped me out onto my kitchen table. I had to get up early to make the train back to Durham, and the second the train started moving, my roomate called me to inform me that all classes were cancelled.
This entire weekend has been rather comical too. I went up to Maine with Bec and Hughes on Friday. Of course, after planning to leave relatively early, we ended up being over an hour late. We were stuck on the mass pike for hours on our way to umass, after jon had claimed traffic wouldnt be that bad, we'd be able to get right up there. he jynxed us. I had to sleep the entire time, cause watching Hughes drive my mothers car is way to stressful for me; I can't keep my mouth shut and he can't seem to stop quite as quickly in traffic as he should. then i drove to maine and we wound up there around 1030. I had this big elaborate lie going on with my parents. I told them I was going skiing with Colleen and hughes. But then colleen didnt come so i told my parents that my roomate jen was coming instead and that we werent at the house yet cause we were waiting for her to get out of class. And because it took so long to get becky I had to call them and pretend I was already at the house. I knew if I told them i was getting becky, theyd say no, cause my mom already didnt want me taking her car. They kept asking me questions like if it was shoveled up there, if it smelled like gas like people were claiming, if the water was on..., and luckily I was quick enough and them even more lies. I hate lying to my parents, but telling the truth still isnt an option with them. My brother got us two thirty racks and after puttin them in the fridge, one exploded and I looked down at Hughes with his mouth wide open while a punctured can dispensed beer into his mouth. Then I tried to fix them all and the entire box broke and beers came pouring out onto the floor. After a couple bowls and beers, we wanted to go into the hot tub, so we spent over an hour trying to get rid of all the dead flies that were above and underneath the plastic over the tub. Hughes vacuumed the thing with our primitive 1950's vacuum and then I 409'd the entire thing. Then we started to fill the tub and the water was brown and the 409 never really wiped off, so we were just sitting all squished in 409 and three different kinds of soap. so not worth it.
i spent the rest of my weekend just chillin around. i have negative fifty dollars in my bank account and seventy five cents in my wallet, im car-less, burnt out, and lookin at a shit load of work ahead of me.
my egg hurts.
This morning I banged my head really bad on the corner of my cabinet door; I sliced my forehead and I have an egg too. After i hit my head, I slipped on the chair I was standing on and fell onto the back of it. The chair tipped me backwards and dumped me out onto my kitchen table. I had to get up early to make the train back to Durham, and the second the train started moving, my roomate called me to inform me that all classes were cancelled.
This entire weekend has been rather comical too. I went up to Maine with Bec and Hughes on Friday. Of course, after planning to leave relatively early, we ended up being over an hour late. We were stuck on the mass pike for hours on our way to umass, after jon had claimed traffic wouldnt be that bad, we'd be able to get right up there. he jynxed us. I had to sleep the entire time, cause watching Hughes drive my mothers car is way to stressful for me; I can't keep my mouth shut and he can't seem to stop quite as quickly in traffic as he should. then i drove to maine and we wound up there around 1030. I had this big elaborate lie going on with my parents. I told them I was going skiing with Colleen and hughes. But then colleen didnt come so i told my parents that my roomate jen was coming instead and that we werent at the house yet cause we were waiting for her to get out of class. And because it took so long to get becky I had to call them and pretend I was already at the house. I knew if I told them i was getting becky, theyd say no, cause my mom already didnt want me taking her car. They kept asking me questions like if it was shoveled up there, if it smelled like gas like people were claiming, if the water was on..., and luckily I was quick enough and them even more lies. I hate lying to my parents, but telling the truth still isnt an option with them. My brother got us two thirty racks and after puttin them in the fridge, one exploded and I looked down at Hughes with his mouth wide open while a punctured can dispensed beer into his mouth. Then I tried to fix them all and the entire box broke and beers came pouring out onto the floor. After a couple bowls and beers, we wanted to go into the hot tub, so we spent over an hour trying to get rid of all the dead flies that were above and underneath the plastic over the tub. Hughes vacuumed the thing with our primitive 1950's vacuum and then I 409'd the entire thing. Then we started to fill the tub and the water was brown and the 409 never really wiped off, so we were just sitting all squished in 409 and three different kinds of soap. so not worth it.
i spent the rest of my weekend just chillin around. i have negative fifty dollars in my bank account and seventy five cents in my wallet, im car-less, burnt out, and lookin at a shit load of work ahead of me.
my egg hurts.