Ever Had One of Those Days...?
So, I've had bad days. I've actually had very many bad days. But I don't think I've ever had a day as bad as this one.
This morning I'm sitting on a bench in the courtyard near the SBS building, chatting with a friend before my Government I final (which I was really worried about.) As we are talking I make the comment that time is going by so slowly and that it was strange that the bells were ringing at 7.45. My damn watch had stopped and I was almost late to my final. I make it into the room on time and sit down and begin preparing myself for the final only to realize that I forgot my blue book at home. Thank god a friend from HS was sitting next to me and gave me one of his. Then, after my test, I went to the bookstore to sell back some books only to find out that one of my books isn't being used anymore and the store would not buy it from me. I don't understand why they can't even give students a few bucks for shelling out up to 30 dollars on a used book in the spring only to turn around after finals and not be able to get any money back from it.
Anyway, after that ordeal I came back home and decided to study for my last final. I sit down and begin to study but can't make my brain comprehend it so I lay down to take a nap because I desprately need more sleep. I set the alarm for 4 pm so I could be up and out the door in time to get back to school for Kidwrites rehearsal. Thanks to only a few hours of sleep in the past two days, I almost slept through my alarm. So, I get up and hurry to get dressed and run to McDonalds to get something to eat. McDonalds was slow (as always) so I had the pleasure of dining in my car so I would be done before rehearsal started (in-car eating and extensive use of cell phones in cars are two big pet peeves for me.)
So I get to the school, rehearsal begins and it becomes increasingly frustrating. Everyone is pissed at everyone else. What's worse is carrying around heavy set blocks totally flattened the bottom of my engagement ring. After working our two dance numbers 3 times each, I realize that I am having horrible pains in my intestine (only a gas bubble, but it felt like a canteloupe.) As I am listening to the choreographer, I begin to weep a bit, but keep it in. After a while, I hit my breaking point and began sobbing. The stress of finals and my bad luck finally caught up with me. So, I smoke a cigarette and get ready to run the show. That actually went surprisingly well. As we are sitting at the edge of the stage getting performance notes, I feel something move around my neck. My necklace that I wear every day to remind me of my fiancee had broken. Not only was my engagement ring bent, but the only other token of his love was shot. The problem was easily fixable and a friend sitting next to me (who used to work for a jewelry store) mended it. I told her how my day had been bad and she joked and said she hoped that I didn't get in a wreck on the way home.
After Kidwrites rehearsal, I had a very successful rehearsal for a girl in Directing class (I am in her final directing scene.) I feel better after the rehearsal and get in my car and head home. About halfway there, a car comes flying up next to me and almost hits a car in the next lane and barely keeps from side swiping me. Thankfully I got home without any problems.
I pull up in my driveway and get out of my car. I put my car keys in my backpack and begin searching for my house key. It is nowhere to be found. I quickly pulled out my cell phone and began calling every number I knew hoping to get in touch with my fiancee but I never did. So I spend five minutes trying to get the side gate unlatched and praying that our German Shepard (fierce guard dog) realizes its me and not some burgular. I get in the back door, set my things down and change and realize that I left my cigarettes in the car. I go out the door to my car and unlock it and poke my head inside. There, in the passenger seat, is my house key.
I come back inside the house and clear the bed off for my other dog and there, on the floor staring me in the face, is a package I had been waiting on. I am now the proud owner of MSI's new album and a hardback (yes, hardback!) copy of Chuck Palahniuk's new book "Haunted."
At least the day ended well, don't you think?
x-posted on myspace
This morning I'm sitting on a bench in the courtyard near the SBS building, chatting with a friend before my Government I final (which I was really worried about.) As we are talking I make the comment that time is going by so slowly and that it was strange that the bells were ringing at 7.45. My damn watch had stopped and I was almost late to my final. I make it into the room on time and sit down and begin preparing myself for the final only to realize that I forgot my blue book at home. Thank god a friend from HS was sitting next to me and gave me one of his. Then, after my test, I went to the bookstore to sell back some books only to find out that one of my books isn't being used anymore and the store would not buy it from me. I don't understand why they can't even give students a few bucks for shelling out up to 30 dollars on a used book in the spring only to turn around after finals and not be able to get any money back from it.
Anyway, after that ordeal I came back home and decided to study for my last final. I sit down and begin to study but can't make my brain comprehend it so I lay down to take a nap because I desprately need more sleep. I set the alarm for 4 pm so I could be up and out the door in time to get back to school for Kidwrites rehearsal. Thanks to only a few hours of sleep in the past two days, I almost slept through my alarm. So, I get up and hurry to get dressed and run to McDonalds to get something to eat. McDonalds was slow (as always) so I had the pleasure of dining in my car so I would be done before rehearsal started (in-car eating and extensive use of cell phones in cars are two big pet peeves for me.)
So I get to the school, rehearsal begins and it becomes increasingly frustrating. Everyone is pissed at everyone else. What's worse is carrying around heavy set blocks totally flattened the bottom of my engagement ring. After working our two dance numbers 3 times each, I realize that I am having horrible pains in my intestine (only a gas bubble, but it felt like a canteloupe.) As I am listening to the choreographer, I begin to weep a bit, but keep it in. After a while, I hit my breaking point and began sobbing. The stress of finals and my bad luck finally caught up with me. So, I smoke a cigarette and get ready to run the show. That actually went surprisingly well. As we are sitting at the edge of the stage getting performance notes, I feel something move around my neck. My necklace that I wear every day to remind me of my fiancee had broken. Not only was my engagement ring bent, but the only other token of his love was shot. The problem was easily fixable and a friend sitting next to me (who used to work for a jewelry store) mended it. I told her how my day had been bad and she joked and said she hoped that I didn't get in a wreck on the way home.
After Kidwrites rehearsal, I had a very successful rehearsal for a girl in Directing class (I am in her final directing scene.) I feel better after the rehearsal and get in my car and head home. About halfway there, a car comes flying up next to me and almost hits a car in the next lane and barely keeps from side swiping me. Thankfully I got home without any problems.
I pull up in my driveway and get out of my car. I put my car keys in my backpack and begin searching for my house key. It is nowhere to be found. I quickly pulled out my cell phone and began calling every number I knew hoping to get in touch with my fiancee but I never did. So I spend five minutes trying to get the side gate unlatched and praying that our German Shepard (fierce guard dog) realizes its me and not some burgular. I get in the back door, set my things down and change and realize that I left my cigarettes in the car. I go out the door to my car and unlock it and poke my head inside. There, in the passenger seat, is my house key.
I come back inside the house and clear the bed off for my other dog and there, on the floor staring me in the face, is a package I had been waiting on. I am now the proud owner of MSI's new album and a hardback (yes, hardback!) copy of Chuck Palahniuk's new book "Haunted."
At least the day ended well, don't you think?
x-posted on myspace