The Second Tuesday of February (Rant #5)

So after waking up late after trying to go to bed for 3 hours the previous night, I'm forced to rush out of my house because I want to be able to eat at the cafeteria before Anthropology. In the rush, I managed to forget my spanish folder which contains everything I've done for the class and more. I don't realize this until Anthropology begins. When I get to the cafeteria, I find myself with absolutely no time to get anything to eat, so now I must go the entire class without food. After class, I had to forfeit my T-TH ritual of "doing whatever to kill time" with my friend because I have to go home and retrieve my folder. On the way home, I run a red light. Luckily no cops were around to catch me. Although I tried to put the car in reverse, I just keep going in my once again "Fuck it" attitude. I go home, I get my folder, I drive down firestone and end up in th wrong lane. I take advantage of this and decided to eat at the Burger King while I'm accidentally at El Paseo. Afterwords, as I'm trying to find my way out of there when I'm stopped by two unbelievably apathetic Sam's Club employees who are taking their SWEET ASS TIME moving a gang of shopping carts impeding my path. After about 5 or so minutes of cursing, I find my self in a traffic jam on Firestone again. I had originally planned to be in the library studying for my Astronomy class and Math class. Because of all the stops, this is now impossible to accomplish before Spanish class. Right before it is my turn ot enter the freeway, some bitch honks at me (once again, I'm in th wrong lane and am trying to enter the right one SAFELY) causes me to change lanes abruptly, almost causing me to T-bone some poor old lady.

So I make it to school and, lo and behold, there's no parking. The time is 1:02 p.m. and I'm looking around thinking I'll find somewhere to park. Just a slew of people cutting me off, cursing me out, stealing my spaces, and me doing the same only unsuccessfully. Forty minutes later...yes....FORTY MINUTES OF DRIVING AROUND AIMLESSLY IN A PARKING LOT....I give up and decide to go to the stadium to park. Now that I only have 10 minutes to get to class, I damn near run to class, hitting every red light while I'm at crosswalks. Knowing that this particular day, the teacher had threatened to lock the doors, I had to hurry. I made it with a few seconds to spare. However, during the different practices I had continually fucked up and spaced out and made a compete ass out of myself the entire day I was still flustered from the day that had been passing. After I get a "C" on the test we took a week ago, I go home.

So I hit rush hour on the freeway, cut off several times, honked at several times, and was refused being let into a lane. By the time I get home I realize that not only had the drive been bad, I had left the emergency brakes on the entire time. I get my things, go inside my house, and set up my laptop to check my mail to see how many respones I may have gotten from anything (Yahoo, myspace, regular mail, the works.) And I get nothing from no one. (This being especially flustering because I have plans for Wednesday that have yet to be confirmed among other things.) This blog seems to be refusing to save, I still have homework to catch up on, and from the looks of things I will get even less sleep and be mal-prepared for tomorrows Astronomy test.
Those were just the superficial bad things that had occurred today. There are deeper problems, but that needs to be saved for a later blog.
I've vented yet nothing seems to be better or even funny to me yet.
I know everyone has their bad days, but this makes number 18 our of the past 16 days.
I don't know how much more I can take.

I fucking hate my life.