The Monday that wouldn't die
Today was one of those days you wish would just keel over and die, but stubbornly refuses to because it knows it's causing you copious amounts of pain. This is because I am cursed. It is also, coincidentally, because today is the fourth consecutive Monday I have endured due to a faulty desk calendar. There is a whole week of Mondays. When I first discovered this I thought it was kind of cool, but now it's just annoying me. Mondays are not good, and I have nothing but them until Tuesday, when my calendar rectifies.
Other reasons today sucked:
+ We had another talk. I am starting to dislike Thursdays more and more on a weekly basis.
+ Day 6 of a Joble-less existance.
+ More persecution in the library from Butler Von Scaryteeth
+ Two hench history essays in for tomorrow
+ Vitalliano is up himself and thinks he is God because he has an Italian name.
+ I told someone something that someone else said about him. And he is mad, and I am stupid.
+ I can't write anything good.
+ I have effectively got nothing to look forward to in the immediate future, especially with half-term.
+ I have no job. I haven't had any job offers and I've been to 80 000 places by now.
+ Dad is being a tosser.
+ My dog is ill.
+ Ellis' head looks like a bleeding piece of meat.
+ I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of things.
This kind of day keeps replaying. It's like that stupid film where the guy keeps waking up in the same repeating day. Actually, no. It's more like one of those kung fu movies where someone gets kicked in the head, and they replay it three times from different angles so you don't miss a drop of head juice.
I am going to call Joe now. He will, of course, be busy with art homework, but right now I have nothing better to do. Right now I feel so bored that I could electrocute myself just for something to do.
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Other reasons today sucked:
+ We had another talk. I am starting to dislike Thursdays more and more on a weekly basis.
+ Day 6 of a Joble-less existance.
+ More persecution in the library from Butler Von Scaryteeth
+ Two hench history essays in for tomorrow
+ Vitalliano is up himself and thinks he is God because he has an Italian name.
+ I told someone something that someone else said about him. And he is mad, and I am stupid.
+ I can't write anything good.
+ I have effectively got nothing to look forward to in the immediate future, especially with half-term.
+ I have no job. I haven't had any job offers and I've been to 80 000 places by now.
+ Dad is being a tosser.
+ My dog is ill.
+ Ellis' head looks like a bleeding piece of meat.
+ I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of things.
This kind of day keeps replaying. It's like that stupid film where the guy keeps waking up in the same repeating day. Actually, no. It's more like one of those kung fu movies where someone gets kicked in the head, and they replay it three times from different angles so you don't miss a drop of head juice.
I am going to call Joe now. He will, of course, be busy with art homework, but right now I have nothing better to do. Right now I feel so bored that I could electrocute myself just for something to do.
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