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Copypasta from an LJ entry I just made, cause I'm lazy.
I had sort of a crappy morning (it's technically still morning, being 11:27AM as I type this).
Last night (also technically this morning, being about 2:30AM), I set my alarm for 8:00AM, sure that my first morning class was at 10:00AM- I always give myself two hours to get ready and get there, since I take long showers and it takes about a half-hour to get to school from my house.
Of course, damn my luck, turns out class was at 9:00AM, not 10:00AM, and I didn't realize it till I woke up around 7:51AM. When I did, though, it was immediate, and in the next nine minutes, I got out of bed, ran to the kitchen, pulled random Tupperware from the fridge, scarfed the contents, poured myself some soy milk (I like soy milk, leave me alone), and then ran to the bathroom to do toiletries.
Well, since I was so panicked to get to class on time, I actually ended up being a little early. Now, I've got ONE class on Thursdays- just ONE. Elements of Design, pretty much a very basic art class, but on a more professional level. Anyway, I get to the elevator (my class today was on the second floor), and one of my classmates I recognized (we've made conversation a few times before) came up to me and told me that class was CANCELED today.
...
Well, fuck, I panicked and got all stressed out for nothing. In fact, I also wasted about twenty-five miles worth of gas (an entire day, really, by my standards), and drove a HALF-HOUR to school, only to have to waste the rest of today's gas (I just typically drive to and from TSTC every weekday, and don't really go out on weekends, cause I'm a shut-in D: ), which meant I had to fill up, because my fill-up schedule got all fucked up thanks to the flu (I had filled up on Saturday, then drove Monday, and was out the rest of the week, so my schedule got thrown off by a couple days), so if I had known in advance that the class was canceled, I could've just saved those miles for tomorrow and got back on schedule, but NO... Anyway, onward, cause it gets worse.
So, now I'm pissed, and I've gotta get home. I leave almost immediately after hearing my ONLY class I had driven a half-hour to take was canceled for the day, and then on my way home, I heard a little pop sorta noise (not a BANG, just sort of a little pop), and suddenly, I noticed that, depending on how fast I went, it sounded like a fucking C130 (plane) was RIGHT on top of me or something. So, I panic, and I pull over onto the side of the fucking highway, as far as I can go without curbing it, and I get out the passenger side, walk around, and guess what I found?
Out of NOWHERE, my left-back tire was SHREDDED TO NOTHING. Well, I had a spare, so it was okay... Oh, wait... I didn't know how to change a tire! Great, so now I'm stuck on the side of a VERY busy highway with a busted tire. I call mom, and she calls one of dad's friends, and maybe a half-hour later, he shows up behind me, teaches me how to change a tire (surprisingly easy), and sends me on my way.
By this time, I'm REALLY pissed off. I'd already called my boyfriend to bitch twice, not that he answered his phone, of course. Yeah, it's not really nice, but sometimes, I just have to vent, and I can USUALLY rely on him to give me a little encouragement. Not the case today, sadly... Everyone else was in class or at work, so... Fuck.
I go to Starbucks, because I want something awesome to make me feel better. Now, one of my favorite drinks they serve is the Espresso Truffle. It's wonderful- VERY powerful, unique flavor. So, I get it Venti (large, to those of you who might not be Starbucks savvy), iced Espresso Truffle. A child screams and people banter-banter-banter as I wait for my coffee, and when I finally get it, it tastes like SHIT. They obviously made it wrong somehow... At least when the cashier asked how I was, I got an excuse to bitch, so that was nice... She seemed genuinely sorry for me, which was comforting. Anyway, I still drink it, cause it has caffeine which is good for headaches, and dammit, I paid MONEY for that fucker. Thankfully, I got one of those Espresso and Cream double-shots, too, so that kinda makes up for it- it's chilling in the fridge now. I like the little double-shots, not the big energy drinks- with the energy drinks, there's somethin' about 'em that leaves you still tasting all the ridiculous amounts of caffeine and guarana, which don't taste pleasant, kinda like most energy gums and mints. Some of them do a great job of covering, or even complimenting the taste of the energy boosting substances, like those whatchamacall'em mints... Voje or something? They're pretty nice... Starts with a "V," just can't remember the whole thing...
After all that cal that went down today, I've still gotta clean my room, clean up after the dog, and put away the dishes. But hey, one good thing came of it... I now know how to change a tire.
I just wanna sleep... T__T
I had sort of a crappy morning (it's technically still morning, being 11:27AM as I type this).
Last night (also technically this morning, being about 2:30AM), I set my alarm for 8:00AM, sure that my first morning class was at 10:00AM- I always give myself two hours to get ready and get there, since I take long showers and it takes about a half-hour to get to school from my house.
Of course, damn my luck, turns out class was at 9:00AM, not 10:00AM, and I didn't realize it till I woke up around 7:51AM. When I did, though, it was immediate, and in the next nine minutes, I got out of bed, ran to the kitchen, pulled random Tupperware from the fridge, scarfed the contents, poured myself some soy milk (I like soy milk, leave me alone), and then ran to the bathroom to do toiletries.
Well, since I was so panicked to get to class on time, I actually ended up being a little early. Now, I've got ONE class on Thursdays- just ONE. Elements of Design, pretty much a very basic art class, but on a more professional level. Anyway, I get to the elevator (my class today was on the second floor), and one of my classmates I recognized (we've made conversation a few times before) came up to me and told me that class was CANCELED today.
...
Well, fuck, I panicked and got all stressed out for nothing. In fact, I also wasted about twenty-five miles worth of gas (an entire day, really, by my standards), and drove a HALF-HOUR to school, only to have to waste the rest of today's gas (I just typically drive to and from TSTC every weekday, and don't really go out on weekends, cause I'm a shut-in D: ), which meant I had to fill up, because my fill-up schedule got all fucked up thanks to the flu (I had filled up on Saturday, then drove Monday, and was out the rest of the week, so my schedule got thrown off by a couple days), so if I had known in advance that the class was canceled, I could've just saved those miles for tomorrow and got back on schedule, but NO... Anyway, onward, cause it gets worse.
So, now I'm pissed, and I've gotta get home. I leave almost immediately after hearing my ONLY class I had driven a half-hour to take was canceled for the day, and then on my way home, I heard a little pop sorta noise (not a BANG, just sort of a little pop), and suddenly, I noticed that, depending on how fast I went, it sounded like a fucking C130 (plane) was RIGHT on top of me or something. So, I panic, and I pull over onto the side of the fucking highway, as far as I can go without curbing it, and I get out the passenger side, walk around, and guess what I found?
Out of NOWHERE, my left-back tire was SHREDDED TO NOTHING. Well, I had a spare, so it was okay... Oh, wait... I didn't know how to change a tire! Great, so now I'm stuck on the side of a VERY busy highway with a busted tire. I call mom, and she calls one of dad's friends, and maybe a half-hour later, he shows up behind me, teaches me how to change a tire (surprisingly easy), and sends me on my way.
By this time, I'm REALLY pissed off. I'd already called my boyfriend to bitch twice, not that he answered his phone, of course. Yeah, it's not really nice, but sometimes, I just have to vent, and I can USUALLY rely on him to give me a little encouragement. Not the case today, sadly... Everyone else was in class or at work, so... Fuck.
I go to Starbucks, because I want something awesome to make me feel better. Now, one of my favorite drinks they serve is the Espresso Truffle. It's wonderful- VERY powerful, unique flavor. So, I get it Venti (large, to those of you who might not be Starbucks savvy), iced Espresso Truffle. A child screams and people banter-banter-banter as I wait for my coffee, and when I finally get it, it tastes like SHIT. They obviously made it wrong somehow... At least when the cashier asked how I was, I got an excuse to bitch, so that was nice... She seemed genuinely sorry for me, which was comforting. Anyway, I still drink it, cause it has caffeine which is good for headaches, and dammit, I paid MONEY for that fucker. Thankfully, I got one of those Espresso and Cream double-shots, too, so that kinda makes up for it- it's chilling in the fridge now. I like the little double-shots, not the big energy drinks- with the energy drinks, there's somethin' about 'em that leaves you still tasting all the ridiculous amounts of caffeine and guarana, which don't taste pleasant, kinda like most energy gums and mints. Some of them do a great job of covering, or even complimenting the taste of the energy boosting substances, like those whatchamacall'em mints... Voje or something? They're pretty nice... Starts with a "V," just can't remember the whole thing...
After all that cal that went down today, I've still gotta clean my room, clean up after the dog, and put away the dishes. But hey, one good thing came of it... I now know how to change a tire.
I just wanna sleep... T__T
