on buses, cars and cats
Ah sigh. What a week...well, more accurately, what a Wednesday.
It was just one of those days where you know that it's just not going to be the best day of your life. From the moment you press the wrong button on your alarm and turn snooze off completely to slipping in the shower, you think, it can't get worse than this, but it does. It did. And it always will.
I semi slept in, which would have been fine if I didn't have to go to uni; which as things stand I probably didn't 'have' to*, but I felt it be the right thing to do. All straightforward morning dramas of dragging one's self out of bed - yada, yada, yada. I race to my bus stop...bus stop?
I've been catching the bus at stop 15 for one and half years, I' m sure there was a bus stop here...
So, I stand around for a few minutes looking like a dork**. Nope, still can't seem to see a bus stop anywhere...wait...what's that? A small yellow sign...
[insert something about incompetent padestrians being unable to cross the road properly] ...this bus stop has been moved 30m south
I spent a moment pondering what this all meant. South, which way is south***?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!
Then I see my bus come along ZOOM! There it goes. So I attempt to run after it; tits flying everywhere. Nope, not stopping. Fucking zark it.
Then the middle of my day was a blur of uni boredom.
Then I had band prac that night. I was running late, so I pull up at band.; perhaps a bit to accelerator happy.
CRASH! BANG! Ssssssssssssshhhh..
Fucking, fucking zark it. There goes one of my brand-newish tyres. Then, it was later discovred that my spare was flat, so one of the boys had to take it to a servo and I had to wait by my Sven****, propped up on a jack. Sigh. Seeing my poor boy not working always depresses me, because I love him so much, despite the grief he often puts me through. One might say we have a love/hate relationship.
So...I got home later than expected that night.
To put the icing on Wednesday's cake, I just found out that my cat was put down on Wednesday. Not because she had a terminal illness or condition, but because my parents are going away for long service leave and didn't know what to do with her. They didn't tell me this on Wednesday; oh no. I had a call from them, just a normal chit chat and they were in a caravan park. I had to work out for myself, that if they weren't home, my cat was dead. It was a shit day; and I didn't even know the full extent.
Well, I've had my bitch, and in reflection, while my Wednesday sucked, it can't have been as bad for me as for my cat.
R.I.P. Izzy*****.
*well...I'm barely attending uni - I wag and when a major assignment comes up, rather than do it, I have been known to just drop the topic...
**nothing new there :)
***female; no sense of direction. I have a worse sense of direction than most; so does that make me more femine? Or just a tool?
****my Volvo.
*****short for Israel - she was born on the day some Israeli president thingy was assasinated, APPARENTLY according to my mother, who decided she would name the cat.
It was just one of those days where you know that it's just not going to be the best day of your life. From the moment you press the wrong button on your alarm and turn snooze off completely to slipping in the shower, you think, it can't get worse than this, but it does. It did. And it always will.
I semi slept in, which would have been fine if I didn't have to go to uni; which as things stand I probably didn't 'have' to*, but I felt it be the right thing to do. All straightforward morning dramas of dragging one's self out of bed - yada, yada, yada. I race to my bus stop...bus stop?
I've been catching the bus at stop 15 for one and half years, I' m sure there was a bus stop here...
So, I stand around for a few minutes looking like a dork**. Nope, still can't seem to see a bus stop anywhere...wait...what's that? A small yellow sign...
[insert something about incompetent padestrians being unable to cross the road properly] ...this bus stop has been moved 30m south
I spent a moment pondering what this all meant. South, which way is south***?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!
Then I see my bus come along ZOOM! There it goes. So I attempt to run after it; tits flying everywhere. Nope, not stopping. Fucking zark it.
Then the middle of my day was a blur of uni boredom.
Then I had band prac that night. I was running late, so I pull up at band.; perhaps a bit to accelerator happy.
CRASH! BANG! Ssssssssssssshhhh..
Fucking, fucking zark it. There goes one of my brand-newish tyres. Then, it was later discovred that my spare was flat, so one of the boys had to take it to a servo and I had to wait by my Sven****, propped up on a jack. Sigh. Seeing my poor boy not working always depresses me, because I love him so much, despite the grief he often puts me through. One might say we have a love/hate relationship.
So...I got home later than expected that night.
To put the icing on Wednesday's cake, I just found out that my cat was put down on Wednesday. Not because she had a terminal illness or condition, but because my parents are going away for long service leave and didn't know what to do with her. They didn't tell me this on Wednesday; oh no. I had a call from them, just a normal chit chat and they were in a caravan park. I had to work out for myself, that if they weren't home, my cat was dead. It was a shit day; and I didn't even know the full extent.
Well, I've had my bitch, and in reflection, while my Wednesday sucked, it can't have been as bad for me as for my cat.
R.I.P. Izzy*****.
*well...I'm barely attending uni - I wag and when a major assignment comes up, rather than do it, I have been known to just drop the topic...
**nothing new there :)
***female; no sense of direction. I have a worse sense of direction than most; so does that make me more femine? Or just a tool?
****my Volvo.
*****short for Israel - she was born on the day some Israeli president thingy was assasinated, APPARENTLY according to my mother, who decided she would name the cat.