This week has been a dozy. Monday I went to physical therapy and figured out that not only did my suite-mate leave some scat in the toilet for us ( my roommate and I ) to deal with, but I also apparently owe zillions of dollars for my shoulder surgery ( 3rd degree AC joint separation in case I never actually mentioned it here ) and I've also been forgetting about my follow-up appointment that has been set since the day I had the surgery. More on that, the day was dreary, and when I had finally finished my classes after a nice chat with a former teammate, I noticed that my right foot had apparently gone dumpster diving while I wasn't looking. I don't even know how the mud got in there, or why I had to wear my Nike's that day like a dong, or how it could smell so foul, but I mean... Anyway, after that I went to my room and we rearranged everything to mix things up. Which is great, we now have a set-up that doesn't suck.... But now that spot I mentioned a long time ago that must have vomit traces on it but we aren't sure-> well we're sure now because it's exposed and every now and then ( or maybe it's just all in my head ) I catch a whiff and it's pretty gnarly. So I finish that, and expecting to reunite with some homies for dinner, walked in to half of them bailing despite me inviting them. It seems very petty to me to do that, but eh. After all that, my night concluded with me being stood up at hip-hop club and passing out still dressed in my school clothes.
Tuesday was a joke entirely. After I ate and had coffee for breakfast after physical therapy, my stomach was just killing me. I noticed it hurt really bad while I was driving in what I thought was a turning right hand lane, but was in fact just the shoulder of the road which I confused in the rain. With that going on, I walked into class thinking I'd ace my bizcal quiz - which as you would probably assume given the nature of this post, didn't happen. See here's the sad but funny part- I did everything right to the T and my math itself was spotless, but by one small word I failed to read I turned a 100 into a 0. Having given up on life at that point, I tried my best to rekindle my hope in a degree someday by looking onward to my meteorology test that I had just an hour later... Hahah so guess what? That also sucked. The dude to my right kept eating chips the entire time, and the girl to my left wasn't even mentally present, and yet both of them managed to finish their tests more confidently than myself, being that I was the last one left in the lecture hall taking it. On top of that, I had so many questions about the material ( and apparently enough others did too ) that she got tired of my crap and basically guided me through the remainder of the test... Which I'm still sure I got wrong. And on top of that, while I was on a roll and thought I was alright, sense I was alone, I broke a little wind- just as a very attractive girl from tucked back into a corner of the hall came up and asked about a quiz date... My desk is only feet away from the table on which we were to hand in the tests and where she also happened to be seated/receiving people's inquiries... So that's a race I lost before I even ran it. Anyway, it gets worse. Turns out it wasn't just a little wind... There was some rain with it too if you catch my drift. So basically mid test, with gluts clenched I had to run about 30 yards to the nearest bathroom and relieve myself. While in the bathroom, once on the toilet, my headphones swung into a part outside the bowl that some foul stains on it, and my uh... male parts (when I leaned forward to grab the dang toilet paper) touched the inner rim of the bowl. Which if you've never had it happen to you, but also happen to be somewhat irrationally fearful of germs and STD's, is the absolute most heart-stopping, gut-wrenching, horrible thing that could ever happen to you. So you know what I did after that? Regathering my pride, I went and literally washed off my parts in the sink across the way for a solid few minutes... If somebody would've walked in? I don't even know. Wasn't thinking and didn't care. I just wanted all those possible flesh eating diseases and plagues off of me... So I finally finish my test, and wasting no went about the rest of my day. Before my lab, not even having time to eat, I tried to finish an essay and also print off a lab that was coming up, but only one worked out. The other, the printing part, messed me up... See, I thought that the 17 page count on the print preview was with the lab being printed fronts only so I spent 20 minutes trying to change that, only to give up and realize that all that time, the settings weren't messed up.. The lab was really 17 pages long. So I run my tail off, cursing in my mind all the way to my lab which I'm now 15 minutes late to which also happened to be hosting a quiz that everybody but me happened to know about. With 3 minutes left of allowed time, I was given the torn off back page of a quiz that he had trashed and while finishing this one was handed back the quiz from the past week that I had apparently bombed. And what after that? I was the last to finish my lab because I just couldn't think that day, while these two tool-y SAE's ( or former SAE's) to my right knocked it out in maybe 40 minutes and split... Walking out I realized I grabbed the wrong sweater ( it was the exact same as another I have, but this one was too small ) so I had to just nip my way through the cold and the fact that my shirt wasn't absolutely serrated in those two spots on my chest is a mystery. Once in the cafeteria, I have dinner with some future roommates and explain all this to them as they laugh and even cry hysterically. Soon after, I go to my room and while I was supposed to stay up and study, I instead passed out.
Then Wednesday comes along and basically after a bunch of BS and trying to type up an essay for English, I not only run into a girl I was interested in while she was getting friendly with her crush I guess, I also had my sorta-kinda crush from hip-hop club drop the bomb on me that despite all the flirtation and mixed signals, she is in fact gay and has a girlfriend. Lik wut? Then after hours of thinking this over (and the super stupid Houston Rockets loss to Portland) while I waited for washing machines to open up I happened to run into a girl who expressed interest in me some time ago non-verbally. So I left her a note ( cause I'm a dumb romantic and didn't think that hitting on her in the laundry room was a good move ) and went about my night killing time until the whole wash-dry process ended. It ended up being 4 am before I came back to the room which was now filled with my roommate and this girl he had just the other month told me was a total floozy and lying cheat... They were just there cuddling and canoodling with a movie going... Sick and tired of all the suck and awkwardness of the last 72 hours, I resigned to silence and went about my night routine- after all, I had another PT appointment at 10 am... Or so I thought. I awoke only to check the office and be informed that I was incorrect. Also, the bottle of Dr.Pepper that I left behind must have had an additive thrown in aka a laxative because after class I about died. So now here I am, with the only thing to look forward to being that I get up for PT at 7 am and go on with 3 tests before I get to head back home. The only good thing about the last few days was that I had the pleasure of enjoying the ever witty banter I engaged in with my physical therapist for that day and good ol' elderly and honorary sass-queen Susan (who made a joke about euthanizing me for my bowed legs).
Hopefully you got a bit of a laugh out of this (because as I look back on everything and all the misfortune I sure continue to find it funny) and will feel a bit better about your own week.
Today I have an open-mic performance to do at my beloved Secondwind Coffee House. Let's hope it doesn't go as badly as the last days have.
Tuesday was a joke entirely. After I ate and had coffee for breakfast after physical therapy, my stomach was just killing me. I noticed it hurt really bad while I was driving in what I thought was a turning right hand lane, but was in fact just the shoulder of the road which I confused in the rain. With that going on, I walked into class thinking I'd ace my bizcal quiz - which as you would probably assume given the nature of this post, didn't happen. See here's the sad but funny part- I did everything right to the T and my math itself was spotless, but by one small word I failed to read I turned a 100 into a 0. Having given up on life at that point, I tried my best to rekindle my hope in a degree someday by looking onward to my meteorology test that I had just an hour later... Hahah so guess what? That also sucked. The dude to my right kept eating chips the entire time, and the girl to my left wasn't even mentally present, and yet both of them managed to finish their tests more confidently than myself, being that I was the last one left in the lecture hall taking it. On top of that, I had so many questions about the material ( and apparently enough others did too ) that she got tired of my crap and basically guided me through the remainder of the test... Which I'm still sure I got wrong. And on top of that, while I was on a roll and thought I was alright, sense I was alone, I broke a little wind- just as a very attractive girl from tucked back into a corner of the hall came up and asked about a quiz date... My desk is only feet away from the table on which we were to hand in the tests and where she also happened to be seated/receiving people's inquiries... So that's a race I lost before I even ran it. Anyway, it gets worse. Turns out it wasn't just a little wind... There was some rain with it too if you catch my drift. So basically mid test, with gluts clenched I had to run about 30 yards to the nearest bathroom and relieve myself. While in the bathroom, once on the toilet, my headphones swung into a part outside the bowl that some foul stains on it, and my uh... male parts (when I leaned forward to grab the dang toilet paper) touched the inner rim of the bowl. Which if you've never had it happen to you, but also happen to be somewhat irrationally fearful of germs and STD's, is the absolute most heart-stopping, gut-wrenching, horrible thing that could ever happen to you. So you know what I did after that? Regathering my pride, I went and literally washed off my parts in the sink across the way for a solid few minutes... If somebody would've walked in? I don't even know. Wasn't thinking and didn't care. I just wanted all those possible flesh eating diseases and plagues off of me... So I finally finish my test, and wasting no went about the rest of my day. Before my lab, not even having time to eat, I tried to finish an essay and also print off a lab that was coming up, but only one worked out. The other, the printing part, messed me up... See, I thought that the 17 page count on the print preview was with the lab being printed fronts only so I spent 20 minutes trying to change that, only to give up and realize that all that time, the settings weren't messed up.. The lab was really 17 pages long. So I run my tail off, cursing in my mind all the way to my lab which I'm now 15 minutes late to which also happened to be hosting a quiz that everybody but me happened to know about. With 3 minutes left of allowed time, I was given the torn off back page of a quiz that he had trashed and while finishing this one was handed back the quiz from the past week that I had apparently bombed. And what after that? I was the last to finish my lab because I just couldn't think that day, while these two tool-y SAE's ( or former SAE's) to my right knocked it out in maybe 40 minutes and split... Walking out I realized I grabbed the wrong sweater ( it was the exact same as another I have, but this one was too small ) so I had to just nip my way through the cold and the fact that my shirt wasn't absolutely serrated in those two spots on my chest is a mystery. Once in the cafeteria, I have dinner with some future roommates and explain all this to them as they laugh and even cry hysterically. Soon after, I go to my room and while I was supposed to stay up and study, I instead passed out.
Then Wednesday comes along and basically after a bunch of BS and trying to type up an essay for English, I not only run into a girl I was interested in while she was getting friendly with her crush I guess, I also had my sorta-kinda crush from hip-hop club drop the bomb on me that despite all the flirtation and mixed signals, she is in fact gay and has a girlfriend. Lik wut? Then after hours of thinking this over (and the super stupid Houston Rockets loss to Portland) while I waited for washing machines to open up I happened to run into a girl who expressed interest in me some time ago non-verbally. So I left her a note ( cause I'm a dumb romantic and didn't think that hitting on her in the laundry room was a good move ) and went about my night killing time until the whole wash-dry process ended. It ended up being 4 am before I came back to the room which was now filled with my roommate and this girl he had just the other month told me was a total floozy and lying cheat... They were just there cuddling and canoodling with a movie going... Sick and tired of all the suck and awkwardness of the last 72 hours, I resigned to silence and went about my night routine- after all, I had another PT appointment at 10 am... Or so I thought. I awoke only to check the office and be informed that I was incorrect. Also, the bottle of Dr.Pepper that I left behind must have had an additive thrown in aka a laxative because after class I about died. So now here I am, with the only thing to look forward to being that I get up for PT at 7 am and go on with 3 tests before I get to head back home. The only good thing about the last few days was that I had the pleasure of enjoying the ever witty banter I engaged in with my physical therapist for that day and good ol' elderly and honorary sass-queen Susan (who made a joke about euthanizing me for my bowed legs).
Hopefully you got a bit of a laugh out of this (because as I look back on everything and all the misfortune I sure continue to find it funny) and will feel a bit better about your own week.
Today I have an open-mic performance to do at my beloved Secondwind Coffee House. Let's hope it doesn't go as badly as the last days have.
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