All before breakfast.
12:00 a.m. - I get home from Rhode Island. Cousin Ben is going to Afghanistan.
12:01 a.m. - I pray.
12:02 a.m. - I pack for New York.
12:30 a.m. - I arrive at Julia's house. I lug tons of shit into Julia's car.
12:45 a.m. - I forget my wallet my home. We go and get it.
1:15 a.m - Taco Bell.
2:37 a.m. - I fall asleep at Julia's apartment in New Haven.
5:20 a.m. - I am awake. I have no brain candy. I hurt.
5:45 a.m. - We are on the way to the train station.
5:50 a.m. - thanxabunchokayttylholyshitokaybyeeee!
5:58 a.m. - I can't find my ticket so I shell out another $18.50.
5:58 - 6:?? a.m. - On the train writing World Civ. paper.
6:?? a.m. - Cute girl sits next to me.
6:?? - 7:?? - I look up and cute girl is now elderly banker guy.
7:?? - I pray.
7:?? - 7:38 a.m. - I finish my paper and arrive at Grand Central.
7:45 a.m. - I get in a cab and go to Brooklyn.
8:15 a.m. - I arrive at Pratt. I pay $20.15 because of traffic. I am broke.
8:20 - 8:58 a.m. - I finish my bibliography and attempt to print.
9:01 a.m. - My printer shreds my paper in two.
9:02 a.m. - My printer learns how to fly out a 4th floor window.
9:03 a.m. - My flash drive won't work.
9:04 a.m. - My USB cable is missing.
9:05 a.m. - I invent curses so blasphemous that Jesus himself forsakes me.
9:09 a.m. - I run to class. I reek of B.O., dead hookers and wasted dreams.
9:12 a.m. - Class is canceled.
9:13 a.m - Buddha, Allah, and Krishna forsake me aswell.
9:20 a.m. - I treat myself to a non-existent continental breakfast considering there is no breakfast menu today.
9:21 a.m. - I reach into a cooler to get some cranberry juice, but I drop it and it blows up when it hits the floor.
----------But here's the fucked up part...------------
It flips over twice after the cap blows off, right? It then proceeds to land upside down, ON IT'S FUCKING TOP, with more the HALF of the original contents STILL INSIDE THE BOTTLE.
o_o
No one is around to witness my Christmas miracle except for one cafeteria guy stacking bottles.
"Dude, that is fucked up."
9:22 a.m. - God's a fucking comedian. Life goes on. And I forget. I forget like a fucking pro.
12:01 a.m. - I pray.
12:02 a.m. - I pack for New York.
12:30 a.m. - I arrive at Julia's house. I lug tons of shit into Julia's car.
12:45 a.m. - I forget my wallet my home. We go and get it.
1:15 a.m - Taco Bell.
2:37 a.m. - I fall asleep at Julia's apartment in New Haven.
5:20 a.m. - I am awake. I have no brain candy. I hurt.
5:45 a.m. - We are on the way to the train station.
5:50 a.m. - thanxabunchokayttylholyshitokaybyeeee!
5:58 a.m. - I can't find my ticket so I shell out another $18.50.
5:58 - 6:?? a.m. - On the train writing World Civ. paper.
6:?? a.m. - Cute girl sits next to me.
6:?? - 7:?? - I look up and cute girl is now elderly banker guy.
7:?? - I pray.
7:?? - 7:38 a.m. - I finish my paper and arrive at Grand Central.
7:45 a.m. - I get in a cab and go to Brooklyn.
8:15 a.m. - I arrive at Pratt. I pay $20.15 because of traffic. I am broke.
8:20 - 8:58 a.m. - I finish my bibliography and attempt to print.
9:01 a.m. - My printer shreds my paper in two.
9:02 a.m. - My printer learns how to fly out a 4th floor window.
9:03 a.m. - My flash drive won't work.
9:04 a.m. - My USB cable is missing.
9:05 a.m. - I invent curses so blasphemous that Jesus himself forsakes me.
9:09 a.m. - I run to class. I reek of B.O., dead hookers and wasted dreams.
9:12 a.m. - Class is canceled.
9:13 a.m - Buddha, Allah, and Krishna forsake me aswell.
9:20 a.m. - I treat myself to a non-existent continental breakfast considering there is no breakfast menu today.
9:21 a.m. - I reach into a cooler to get some cranberry juice, but I drop it and it blows up when it hits the floor.
----------But here's the fucked up part...------------
It flips over twice after the cap blows off, right? It then proceeds to land upside down, ON IT'S FUCKING TOP, with more the HALF of the original contents STILL INSIDE THE BOTTLE.
o_o
No one is around to witness my Christmas miracle except for one cafeteria guy stacking bottles.
"Dude, that is fucked up."
9:22 a.m. - God's a fucking comedian. Life goes on. And I forget. I forget like a fucking pro.