One of "those" days.
I just had a terrible day. A fucking terrible day. But I hear it's somewhat therapeutic to bitch in a journal, so I might as well. Er, here I go:
I’ve been running on about 3 hours of sleep a day for the past two days or so working on bridge, missing out on my precious, precious REM sleep making delirious. Lucky, it didn’t make me more irritable than a pregnant woman but I found myself slipping in and out of consciousness during the day.
So then, today I wake up late. I look at my clock and realize I have only have 3 minutes before my ride starts bitching at me and honking his horn so I slap on anything I could find. I was running out the door in the rain with a bagel in my mouth, shoeless, and bridge clutched to my chest. Needless to say my parents yapping at me.
I threw my backpack inside the ca pretty hard without thought, and little did I know this would cost me about $400 later in the day.
It was “test your bridge day” in physics and was that embarrassing. Stupid bridge. If you remember the scene in Office Space where the beat up their printer mercilessly to gangster rap, that’s basically how I FCUKING ANNHIALTED the damn toothpicks.
Later on, Creative Writing hits and it’s a god-awful “write and shut the fuck up” day, so I bring out my Ipod because Erik won’t shut up. And to my, uh, “shock” the poor thing had a crack on the LCD screen stretching all the way across like some war scar and instantly remembered tossing my back. Damn. This is probably the one prevalent thing that ruined my day.
I go home and eat a ham sandwich for the 5th day straight. I’m gonna kill whoever invented ham, bastards. I drop down on the couch and take a well-deserved sleep.
I’m in the middle of this amazing dream (thank you REM sleep) and there’s a familiar knocking on the door that wakes me up.
It was a Mormon knock.
Oh fuck no, not he Mormons.
You see, the 2 days before my Dad took advantage of these poor kids and made them move our piano into the garage. The tacit agreement was that he was to listen to them preach about a guy nailed to some wood for only god knows how long. These [two] giant Mormons toss our piano in the garage and for rest of the night they preached and my Dad bullshitted an interested position.
He jokingly told them to come back the next day to move more of furniture. I secretly prayed that the two dumbasses would have some kind of revelation and beat the shit out of my dad. It didn’t happen. Instead my Dad’s been dodging them ever since. I guess scripture reading and convoluted logic to an atheist is worse than torture.
So here I was. I had to take some semblance of responsibility and tell them the truth, since they, at the very least, deserve it because of their tenacity. Hell, I offered them 20$ to leave us alone, but this offended them a little bit and caused more scripture reading. After about an hour I was able to convince that there’s a possibility that I might look at their precious book.
The last thing that’s been bothering me is the future. Being bitch slapped 3 times in row by all the UC s I applied to, my choices are DVC or SF state.
I really really really really really don’t want to stay at home anymore.
I’ll end up throwing myself out a window if I stay here any longer. Then again, I don’t like feeling like a hypocrite and the state school is going to be a waste of money. Whatever, I’m going to the SF state open house this Saturday with some people. Hopefully that’ll do something.
And my mom is pmsing or something.
So there. My terrible day. God damn. I don’t feel any better.
I think I’ll get an I-photo if I have to and ebay off the other one. Poor guy didn’t even live a whole year :(
And I definetly not apolgizing for being a jerk. Ever.
I’ve been running on about 3 hours of sleep a day for the past two days or so working on bridge, missing out on my precious, precious REM sleep making delirious. Lucky, it didn’t make me more irritable than a pregnant woman but I found myself slipping in and out of consciousness during the day.
So then, today I wake up late. I look at my clock and realize I have only have 3 minutes before my ride starts bitching at me and honking his horn so I slap on anything I could find. I was running out the door in the rain with a bagel in my mouth, shoeless, and bridge clutched to my chest. Needless to say my parents yapping at me.
I threw my backpack inside the ca pretty hard without thought, and little did I know this would cost me about $400 later in the day.
It was “test your bridge day” in physics and was that embarrassing. Stupid bridge. If you remember the scene in Office Space where the beat up their printer mercilessly to gangster rap, that’s basically how I FCUKING ANNHIALTED the damn toothpicks.
Later on, Creative Writing hits and it’s a god-awful “write and shut the fuck up” day, so I bring out my Ipod because Erik won’t shut up. And to my, uh, “shock” the poor thing had a crack on the LCD screen stretching all the way across like some war scar and instantly remembered tossing my back. Damn. This is probably the one prevalent thing that ruined my day.
I go home and eat a ham sandwich for the 5th day straight. I’m gonna kill whoever invented ham, bastards. I drop down on the couch and take a well-deserved sleep.
I’m in the middle of this amazing dream (thank you REM sleep) and there’s a familiar knocking on the door that wakes me up.
It was a Mormon knock.
Oh fuck no, not he Mormons.
You see, the 2 days before my Dad took advantage of these poor kids and made them move our piano into the garage. The tacit agreement was that he was to listen to them preach about a guy nailed to some wood for only god knows how long. These [two] giant Mormons toss our piano in the garage and for rest of the night they preached and my Dad bullshitted an interested position.
He jokingly told them to come back the next day to move more of furniture. I secretly prayed that the two dumbasses would have some kind of revelation and beat the shit out of my dad. It didn’t happen. Instead my Dad’s been dodging them ever since. I guess scripture reading and convoluted logic to an atheist is worse than torture.
So here I was. I had to take some semblance of responsibility and tell them the truth, since they, at the very least, deserve it because of their tenacity. Hell, I offered them 20$ to leave us alone, but this offended them a little bit and caused more scripture reading. After about an hour I was able to convince that there’s a possibility that I might look at their precious book.
The last thing that’s been bothering me is the future. Being bitch slapped 3 times in row by all the UC s I applied to, my choices are DVC or SF state.
I really really really really really don’t want to stay at home anymore.
I’ll end up throwing myself out a window if I stay here any longer. Then again, I don’t like feeling like a hypocrite and the state school is going to be a waste of money. Whatever, I’m going to the SF state open house this Saturday with some people. Hopefully that’ll do something.
And my mom is pmsing or something.
So there. My terrible day. God damn. I don’t feel any better.
I think I’ll get an I-photo if I have to and ebay off the other one. Poor guy didn’t even live a whole year :(
And I definetly not apolgizing for being a jerk. Ever.