{baby shot me down.}
I'm having one of those days where nothing goes quite right; and a dozen little things that would be no big deal on their own are combining to frustrate me right into a truly wretched mood. I hate when that happens, especially since today promised to be so nice.
I woke up early so I could shower and dry my hair, put on nice clothes, makeup, the whole nine yards, because I had decided I was going to treat myself to the movies; popcorn and everything. Well, long story short, the Metrobus changed its schedule after Christmas, and the printed out schedule I have is wrong. I usually just track the next bus with my cellphone using their mobile site, but the site was down, so I decided to check their regular webpage to see if they'd finally bothered to update the .pdf file of the route schedule. They had, but the file itself is corrupt and froze my computer three separate times before I finally managed to view it. And by the time I was through with all that, I'd officially missed the bus that was supposed to take me to the movies.
I needed to go grocery shopping anyway, so I decided to skip the movies and just run to the store. But when I got outside, I realized that the apartment complex never bothered to salt the sidewalk from the last ice storm we had; and since the weather hasn't climbed above freezing since then, the entire (uphill) sidewalk is covered in at least an inch of ice. No way I was going to be able to get down to the bus stop, let alone get back home laden with bags of groceries, not without breaking a leg. So I went to the (crappy) little store they have here in the complex to buy milk, since that was the only pressing thing on the list. They had milk, but only in half gallons. I can't believe I paid $3 for a half gallon of milk, but that's convenience for you.
On my way back upstairs to my apartment, I ran into one of the maintenance guys in the elevator, who told me with a chuckle that he heard my cat yelling the other day. (Apparently, Loki sits by the door after I leave and howls every single afternoon.) He was just joking around, but if he decides to tell someone else about that ... I'm not supposed to have a cat. Cats are allowed here, but you have to pay a ridiculous amount of money each month for the privilege of having one, and I can't afford that. So Loki's been here in secret. (Or so I thought.)
I'd collected my mail when I went downstairs, and stopped in the kitchen to look at it. Turns out my sister and Ian sent me a Valentine's Day card. Which was sweet of them, but my black hatred for that holiday is well documented, and, right or wrong, nothing feels worse than getting a platonic Valentine's Day card from a happy couple. They meant well, but it didn't do much for my already soured mood.
So, all other plans failing, I decided to sit down and do homework. I have to read a .pdf article for my Medieval Spain class tomorrow, but whoever scanned the file in did a horrific job; the text is so slanted and blurred that I can't read it on the screen. Which means that, even though it's a discouraging 61 pages long, I decided to print it. Only - for reasons I still can't fathom - my printer refuses to print anything right now because it's out of color ink. Even though this is a strictly black-and-white article, it won't print a thing until I replace the ($40) color ink cartridge. Which I have to special order from Dell because of the type of printer I have. I can print it at school, of course, but not until I go into campus tomorrow, and I'm supposed to have it read before I go into campus tomorrow.
Realizing I was getting dangerously close to the point where I start throwing things and ranting like a psychopath, I told myself, 'Okay; go watch an episode of Doctor Who, just to distract yourself, then work on your reading for Med Civ on Wednesday, no harm done.' Only the site I've been streaming the show from hosts its videos on Megaupload, which informed me upon clicking that I'd already watched 74 minutes of video today (which is bullshit, because the computer wasn't even on) and so I can't watch anything for an extended period of time unless I pay a membership fee.
See? Money does buy happiness. *headdesk*
I think I'm going to go take a nap. Someone pray for me that the ice storm tonight lasts long enough to get me out of a 3:45pm class tomorrow ... *headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*
I woke up early so I could shower and dry my hair, put on nice clothes, makeup, the whole nine yards, because I had decided I was going to treat myself to the movies; popcorn and everything. Well, long story short, the Metrobus changed its schedule after Christmas, and the printed out schedule I have is wrong. I usually just track the next bus with my cellphone using their mobile site, but the site was down, so I decided to check their regular webpage to see if they'd finally bothered to update the .pdf file of the route schedule. They had, but the file itself is corrupt and froze my computer three separate times before I finally managed to view it. And by the time I was through with all that, I'd officially missed the bus that was supposed to take me to the movies.
I needed to go grocery shopping anyway, so I decided to skip the movies and just run to the store. But when I got outside, I realized that the apartment complex never bothered to salt the sidewalk from the last ice storm we had; and since the weather hasn't climbed above freezing since then, the entire (uphill) sidewalk is covered in at least an inch of ice. No way I was going to be able to get down to the bus stop, let alone get back home laden with bags of groceries, not without breaking a leg. So I went to the (crappy) little store they have here in the complex to buy milk, since that was the only pressing thing on the list. They had milk, but only in half gallons. I can't believe I paid $3 for a half gallon of milk, but that's convenience for you.
On my way back upstairs to my apartment, I ran into one of the maintenance guys in the elevator, who told me with a chuckle that he heard my cat yelling the other day. (Apparently, Loki sits by the door after I leave and howls every single afternoon.) He was just joking around, but if he decides to tell someone else about that ... I'm not supposed to have a cat. Cats are allowed here, but you have to pay a ridiculous amount of money each month for the privilege of having one, and I can't afford that. So Loki's been here in secret. (Or so I thought.)
I'd collected my mail when I went downstairs, and stopped in the kitchen to look at it. Turns out my sister and Ian sent me a Valentine's Day card. Which was sweet of them, but my black hatred for that holiday is well documented, and, right or wrong, nothing feels worse than getting a platonic Valentine's Day card from a happy couple. They meant well, but it didn't do much for my already soured mood.
So, all other plans failing, I decided to sit down and do homework. I have to read a .pdf article for my Medieval Spain class tomorrow, but whoever scanned the file in did a horrific job; the text is so slanted and blurred that I can't read it on the screen. Which means that, even though it's a discouraging 61 pages long, I decided to print it. Only - for reasons I still can't fathom - my printer refuses to print anything right now because it's out of color ink. Even though this is a strictly black-and-white article, it won't print a thing until I replace the ($40) color ink cartridge. Which I have to special order from Dell because of the type of printer I have. I can print it at school, of course, but not until I go into campus tomorrow, and I'm supposed to have it read before I go into campus tomorrow.
Realizing I was getting dangerously close to the point where I start throwing things and ranting like a psychopath, I told myself, 'Okay; go watch an episode of Doctor Who, just to distract yourself, then work on your reading for Med Civ on Wednesday, no harm done.' Only the site I've been streaming the show from hosts its videos on Megaupload, which informed me upon clicking that I'd already watched 74 minutes of video today (which is bullshit, because the computer wasn't even on) and so I can't watch anything for an extended period of time unless I pay a membership fee.
See? Money does buy happiness. *headdesk*
I think I'm going to go take a nap. Someone pray for me that the ice storm tonight lasts long enough to get me out of a 3:45pm class tomorrow ... *headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*