First for everything!
Well, its not like I am bitching and moaning about my oh-so-miserable bourgeoisie life but today was kind of a pain in the ass. So, I go surfing this morning and it was pretty good aside from the numbing ice water and extreme smokers lungs. See though, I am used to that but for some reason I just had a really bad session, I was always out of breath (which is unusual for me, despite my habits) and I just wasn't catching the right waves. Then to top it off I was with Geoff which doesn't make any stressful situation any better then after I dropped him off I went to Coffee Cartel to meet Vladamir Django for a quick cancer stick. During this montage of my infamous punctuality my mother calls and starts warning me that it is getting late. So after a brief moment of slackosity I just decided not to poke the badger and leave. So I haul ass home, and after I take a shower my mother simply says that she is taking my sister to school, which is my job and could be due to the fact that I was running late. So after I throw the rest of myself together I jet to school and I apparently mis-read the homeroom sheet and ended up in a freshmen class instead of the senior one. Now I was already late you see so then I proceed to run to my correct class. Then low and behold they do not change my schedule, at all! So now this is just panning out so nicely. I wait in that god awful line and I see the assistant principal for a change and he sends me to the dean, who yells at me for not seeing her. Which I did by the way, and I saw her about a week early to, which would insinuate that I would change, but no, not today. So for the rest of the day I do my normal schedule and tomorrow I get to go to my new classes, hooray. Now after school I have a mad sinus headache and what-not so for some werid ass reason (mostly fueled by my need for cigarettes) I leave early to buy my smokes which have now left me flat ass broke. Now, since I really didn't feel the need to talk to Ken I proceed to go to work, now i get there about forty-five minutes early, so I walk to the beach to have another smoke and every single god damn jogger decides to do that 'stop-smoking-its-bad' cough. Fuck. So then I go to work anyways which pans out pretty nice, not to many troubles until the last few hours were I made a sandwich on a french roll instead of wheat, drop a bottle of mineral juice, and knock over the potato salad stuff all in the ice box room and get it all over every drink and nothing on the floor. Bitch to clean up by the way. So after that little ordeal I go to my car, have a ticket ($35) and have to get a sixty-five dollar parking permit. Wow, now that is just ridiculous. Then driving home shit traffic and due to my bad mood I kinda blew off my mom who is now all whiny and pissy because I won't share my adventure. So be it. I am tired. Good Night.