Why today sucked.
Jun. 3rd, 2003 12:27 amI woke up late, got started leaving just barely in time when I realized I dodn't know what classroom to go to, so I had to get online and look up my schedule, which made me late, and then I nearly got hit my an idiot on the road, which made me even more late, which made me get there when the only parking spots left were in the closed lot, but I didn't know it was close cause someone had moved all the cones, so I parked there and made my way allllll the way across campus to my class, walked in late, it was full, I found a seat crowded in the back, nearly fell asleep during the 2-hour bore, then wasted an hour waiting for the lab, then left after the instructor's 10-minute speech, then realized I had locked my keys in the car, then I had to go find change for a 5 to use the pay phone (my cell being, of course, in the car with my keys), then I had to wait for my mom to get up here with my spare key, then I drove home and checked the mail and *lo and behold* Dunbar never sent my transcript to UTA, so I got to drive up there and pay to get one and hand-deliver the thing, through traffic (btw, when I sit in traffic, my AC blows hot air at me, and I can't stand the heat!), to UTA, then to find another parking spot in another crowded lot, then to deliver and find my way back home through MORE traffic... and then I started my physics homework, which consisted of multiple graphs (I hate hand-graphing things!) and tedious busy-work, so it took me forever to force myself to do it all... and throughout the day, I've been online in hopes of talking to William, to make the miserableness a little less, but of course today he was off everywhere else but his room all day.
In short, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG.
Seriously, if my thoughts were being broadcast on, say, TV, there would be many, many bleeps. It's a good thing no one can read my brain. I think they'd be scared. I look like I'm just stressed and upset, but in my head I'm screaming at everything. How I keep myself from screaming at everything for real, I don't know. *shrugs* It's a gift I have. How do you think I've lived in this house with my mom for so long?
Oh, and as an added bonus, William will be gone Wed-Fri, so any hopes of having a nice day with him Friday are out the window, so I'm just hoping we can at least have Saturday, cause Sundays usually don't happen for one reason or another.
( How am I keeping sane? )
In short, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG.
Seriously, if my thoughts were being broadcast on, say, TV, there would be many, many bleeps. It's a good thing no one can read my brain. I think they'd be scared. I look like I'm just stressed and upset, but in my head I'm screaming at everything. How I keep myself from screaming at everything for real, I don't know. *shrugs* It's a gift I have. How do you think I've lived in this house with my mom for so long?
Oh, and as an added bonus, William will be gone Wed-Fri, so any hopes of having a nice day with him Friday are out the window, so I'm just hoping we can at least have Saturday, cause Sundays usually don't happen for one reason or another.
( How am I keeping sane? )