*explitive explitive* day
I shouldn't say was because I still have two more classes to go, and the day isn't near over. But man. Today so far sucks face.
The morning was as normal as always. Woke up in time, fed myself and the pets, got ready for school. Got in the car at 9:30--I always leave home two hours before my first class--and started it, only to realize I hadn't even thought to open the garage, so if I hadn't realized that sooner I would've probably died of carbon monoxide poisoning or something crappy like that.
I'm driving my way to school, and my phone reminder goes off to tell me I need to fill my car up with gas. Okay. I find a station that has Regular $2.99 per gallon, which I figure is reasonably cheap considering most places are at $3+. Fill up the car just fine, and I get in the car to start it, only the key won't turn for some crazy reason no matter how many times I try to do it. I get out of the car to survey if there's anything wrong with it that may be impairing my ability to start it, and the freaking car alarm goes off! I panicked; I didn't know how to deal with a beeping car, not to mention the car not starting thing was making me frustrated as sin. I go back in and close and lock it quickly, and then jam the key in and turn. It worked this time, thank God.
Driving the rest of the way to school, and what do I see? At least five gas stations laughing at my face with their $2.89 Regular gas. Ten cents cheaper than what I paid for gas. Shoot me.
But not yet. It isn't even over yet. Hang tight, kiddos.
I get to school around...let's say 10:15. All right, I've plenty of time to read that crappy book I fell asleep again reading last night--everyone, I hope you are never cursed as I was and have to read Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. Let's just find some parking, okay? I go to the garage--freshies are allowed to only park there, nowhere else--and...there's absolutely no parking anywhere! I don't know how many times I went up and down that garage hunting like a madman--seriously!--for a coveted parking space. I hate on idiots who park their cars across two spaces as I see many cars occupying a spot I could've easily used had their owners not been idiots and parked properly. This goes on for about an hour, and I'm frustrated and feeling like crying now because a bunch of other kids who are in the same boat as me are yelling at me for who knows what reason. It's fifteen minutes till 11:30, my class, and I still can't find a space, so I just give up and park on some probably illegal space that is striped with yellow paint. Having seen other cars parked in these spaces, I hope and pray that I don't get ticketed or crap for the same thing.
I leave in a jolt, walking as fast as I can to my class. Ten till...five till...no time to drop my lunch off at the commuter lounge; I'm stuck lugging it everywhere with me till lunch. I get to my class with barely minutes to spare. Remember how I calculated I'd have enough time to read the last chapter of that horrid book? Ha. Ha. I go two pages into that final chapter, professor comes in, "Hey, everyone, QUIZ!"
Yeah, a quiz on a book I hated so much and didn't even finish because it SUCKED so badly.
Surprisingly, I don't do terribly on the quiz. I got three out of ten wrong, but I got the extra credit right, so the grade's an eight of ten instead. We go into book discussions...and I'm totally lost. Obviously, this class was designed with great thinkers in mind. I am not a great thinker. You tell me what to do, and I'll do it. You tell me what to think, and I'll think it just for this class.
You tell me to tell you what I think, I die.
Needless to say, that class made me feel especially stupid today.
Next class is chorus, the one I had to audition for last week. I made it, but not into the group I wanted. I wanted Collegiate Chorus but got into Women's Glee Club instead. Tell me that name does not sound gay, I dare you. X.x;; Fast forward to the part where the instructor--who for some reason scares the crap out of me--is having me sing scales to determine whether I'm soprano or alto. I thought I did well, but I felt like she cut me off too early singing the high scales and went straight to the low ones. "I'll make you alto. Maybe soprano II, maybe."
Well that's not a blow to my fragile morale. I took pride in being a soprano. Okay, I was a soprano in eighth grade when I was with Select Chorus. But still. I thought I had a decently long vocal range. Apparently not. Apparently, I can't even sing those high notes I had no problem reaching back in the day. Apparently, this is the truth, according to my (for some strange reason) scary instructor.
Apparently, I think this is all a big fat lie, but I won't argue with the instructor. That doesn't sound like a sound idea. I'll take it like a man, only I don't, and I get all upset over my now alto--maybe soprano II, but that's a giant maybe--status. I thought I was a good, at least decent singer. I think I lost that talent a long time ago. As if I didn't need to lose anymore.
Eating lunch now. I spot Christine in the commuter lounge. I wave, heat my food, and sit down. Everyone around's got buddies to chat with, even Christine. Except me of course. That usually doesn't bother me, but it bothers me today, and I sit there all in my lonesome, remembering how Eric was worried about not making any friends in college, and how I'm worse off having been in college almost two weeks and having no one. The only good thing about lunch was the TV was on Mad TV and Phil Lamarr, who I love like crazy.
I go to the college club to play Ms. Pacman, like I always do in my non-homework breaks. Naturally, I'm sucking at it more than usual today. No duh there. I get ticked off at Ms. freaking Pacman and dash out in an instant for the library, where I am now typing this lame, bad day, "emo" post.
Sorry to annoy you. I need to vent.
And print out my Writing for Electric Communications homework like now or I'll be late for my next class.
I miss high school. I should visit Tech someday. Maybe tomorrow. Cheer myself up with some Sparks/Journalism power and scare myself with Nii-kun (thedrearyraven ) and Tiffany's "mystery E building room" or something.
The end.
Edit: Dag frick, I have a current events quiz in Journalism I today, too. Lame. X.x;;
Edit, part II: No current events quiz today? What the he-one-one?!?!