admin November 3rd, 2006
A bad bad start to a bad bad day would have to be stepping out of the car and landing on a puddle of mud, having it all over your leg and thongs, badly.
I think I managed some on my dress as well.
Go me!
Another bad start to a bad bad day was being 30 minutes late for the first class.
Usually it’s not so bad but having to travel 2 hours for 2 hours worth of lesson on the last day of uni AND being so late is NOT my idea of fun.
Weather was gloomy too.
But the thing that made it worse was, despite all that, having a bad bad stomach ache without medication handy.
I got out of the train station and almost stacked it, twisting my waist badly and giving me a scare.
Right waist aching, I called my dad to pick me up.
Decided to skip, I rested until 9…
I thought, “wait a minute, this can be a fresh start since the day couldn’t get any worse”
Hm.
Nup.
So I asked my dad to drive me to station only to get yelled at for not telling him earlier…
Me flaming like a lit cigarette tip, I slammed the door only to remember I’ve forgotten the keys and couldn’t go back in for my umbrella or jacket ><
Scrap that.
I walked to the station, on the bus and to my tutorial.
Yep, I went uni only for that tutorial (but I had to since I wanted to get my math test back - which wasn’t as great as expected anyway - still I’m glad… could’ve been a lot worse).
Hung out with Jess in the math area for a while (she was having a crisis of her own) because it was pouring outside.
Having no umbrella nor jacket (and being in a SHORT dress), I was freezing my ass off like crap… but I managed on the trains without sneezing too much.
I’ve been putting off this form I had to fill for Centrelink (which was due today), so I was gonna go home, fill it in and then hand it in…
…But dad went to pick my grandma up from the hospital and drop her to nursing home and had all these frustrating paperwork to do… he couldn’t make it home till 3…
I found that out when I was at Campsie… so I had no keys to go home, no place to go…
So I decided to go gymming at Andrew’s (North Strathfield… which takes a bit of effort going to).
Upon arrival, I received a call from dad telling me he’d be home by 1/2 an hour…
Told him I’d be shopping and would come back at 3:30 (come on, I was nearing the gym…)
After 15 mins on treadmill, 15 on cross trainer and a 3-set pull up, I was sweating like ew.
Got back to Burwood station, got castigated at by my dad for being irresponsible, forgetful and too dependent.
Pure massacre.
Yeah. Not my day.
Didn’t really improve either.
Dad is still in grunge mode,
Andrew was probably suffocating (I went into petty-mode on him)…
I’ve gone emo…
And it’s not even that time of month yet!
But it’s all good.
Just not a day I should’ve woken up to.
Life’s a bitch sometimes.
Too bad I can’t slap it ’round.
Makes a nice thought though.