My Spec-f'ing-tacular Day

[Doug]

So, I'm enjoying an awesome sleep on a day I thought I had to sleep in. Then, the phone rings. It's about 8:30 in the morning. I know who it is, but my roomate isn't getting up to answer the phone (hell, I wouldn't if I thought it was for him). So, I groggily jump six feet to the floor and walk over to answer the phone. "This is christian community group..." *click* These morons call me every other week with their automated machine, don't leave a number, don't have one listed, and leave me a message like I've been there before. So, I go back to bed and I'm pissed. About a half hour later, just as I'm falling back to sleep, my roomate's alarm goes off (and it's really, really loud). He gets up and gets in the shower and his alarm clock goes off AGAIN. He forgot to turn it off and just hit the snooze button. So, I hop off my bed again and turn it off. Then, I'm laying in bed a few minutes later and I remember, "Shit, I have french in an hour."



So, I get up and get ready and go to class. I'm really angry at this point. So, I'm sitting in class and my french teacher tells us about how she's from Belgium and, in addition to memorizing french terms, she expects us to memorize facts about Belgium. Hell! If I wanted facts about Belgium, I would have taken a BELGIUM CLASS! After class I go back to my room and play poker for a while (which, for me, is very relaxing). I decide I should get something to eat before I go to my next classes (which are evening classes). So, I bust open some Easy Mac and I get it ready. Yeah, it tastes really, really bad. So, I toss that and heat up some Sirloin Burger soup. Yeah, that tastes like crap too.



Then, I go to my religion class having not read the material (because he put down the wrong author on the syllabus). We have a quiz, which I get a 90% on (:)). Then he wants us to turn in something else but I have no idea what the hell he's talking about. Thankfully we can make it up, which I'll probably do tomorrow.



English class goes off without a hitch and I go back to my room for a little more poker. Then, I go to dinner feeling pretty good (I just won 7500 fake dollars playing poker). I get my sub and my drink and as I'm walking out, my manager says, "You're working tonight, aren't you?" Ah crap, I have to work tonight. So, I hurry up and eat dinner and go to work. Then, if you want to know what happened at work, click here.



So, now I'm back home eating a few stale tacos with some old Pepsi. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.



OI

[Omi]

your post is like a web blog. hahahaha...... I know you just want to rant, but you have a humorous way to write an aweful day you've had. I feel ya. It's like you start it off bad in the morning and the rest of the day is just not going right at all.

Hope you have a better day tomo.

[Jesykah ^_^]

Yeah. I feel ya. I've had a shitty week and it's only Wednesday. Heh.