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Feb. 20th, 2008 10:25 amLOL at this being a fail morning. Herein lies a description of morning so far. Beware of rampant tense changing.
I had to leave early today to get to a before-school mock trial practice. Urgh in itself.
But my alarm didn’t wake me up for 6 when I set it. I get up at the normalish time (closer to 6:30), and pretty much need to run out of the house right away.
I stay for a few minutes and make a quick egg sandwich for breakfast. Egg sticks to pan horribly, so the egg is more scrambled than fried simply because I had to butcher it to get it out and onto the bread.
Run out to car. Open door of car. Door swinging open bumps plate with open-faced egg sandwich. Egg sandwich, meet ground. It hit bread-down, so I pick it back up, brush it off a little bit, and eat the bits that don’t look like they are covered in pavement; mainly the biggest chunk of egg still on there (not that big due to aforementioned butchering) and whatever cheese comes up with it, but I made the mistake of trying to eat some of the bread too. It tasted like pavement.
I decide that then today is a good day to run by the gas station and use my free coupon for a breakfast sandwich there, since I only got prolly half a breakfast. But the person in front of me turning out of the neighborhood is an idiot and is trying to make a turn that is impossible when there’s traffic. (I was making the easy turn to the right, he wanted to cross 5 lanes of traffic and go left, through the line of cars for an intersection that the city stupidly put directly to the side of our exit which thus block the way more often than not.) So I wait there for a good several minutes. Finally getting to turn, I pull into the gas station (#1) on the right, intending to turn through there onto the street where the gas station (#2) with the coupon is (the layout of this area is pretty much incomprehensible). But gas station #1 has this flag out that means that their 20oz fountain sodas are only 25 cents, so I blow off gas station #2 and get a soda. Except then said soda doesn’t fit into the cup holder in the car. What is this, I ask. So I have to hold it all the way to school.
Drive is relatively uneventful, but then I have to park. I do this. I go to take the key out. No such luck. I mess with the wheel, turn the car on and off, but I can’t get the ignition to go to off—it’s stuck at the accessory setting. I finally go inside (about 5 minutes after I was supposed to be there, a good 3 of which were spent car-fiddling), and my mock trial coach (who is pregnant and didn’t bring her coat—I felt horrible) comes outside to get it out for me. Turns out that the car was acting up because of the cold and even though it said it was in park, it wasn’t. She puts it in drive and then park again, and pulls out the key. I feel like an idiot along with a horrible person for making this sick (she’s got killer, killer morning sickness—to the point of near hospitalization for such severe dehydration) pregnant woman stand out in the cold for my carfail.
We do mock trial stuff. That’s fine. I go to the library and do my Spanish homework. Also fine. Tis time for Spanish class. I go up to my locker and discover that I do not have my copy of Madame Bovary for English. Annoyance, as I took it out of my bag so I didn’t have to tote the heavy thing to the gym yesterday and it is thus sitting right there on the couch by the door. I mope about this for a few moments, but go into the class. Realize just as we’re about to start that in said moping, I forgot to grab my Spanish binder from my locker. Run out at the bell, run back a good 30 seconds late. Teacher really doesn’t care, but still. We go over said Spanish homework, which I bombed the back verb section of (because I fail at knowing the difference in usage situations between imperfect subjunctive and conditional tenses) and made a fool of myself by answering majorly incorrectly when called on for one of said verbs. Not fun.
And then more classes and more walking to classes, when I’ve managed to royally screw up my left knee (it’s the arthritis mainly, I think, though it’s been behaving like injury in its refusal to go away as it’s gotten progressively worse over the last few days) and thus am in extreme pain upon, you know, every step.
I’ve got to decide what I’m doing after school, because I’m supposed to have volleyball with Dad, but it’s one of the early release days, which means I’d have enough time to get a good amount of sleep in with the extra hour before I start on my massive quantities of homework. Usually I just use the extra hour before everybody comes home for raiding all the junk food in the house that I’d get yelled at for eating (or worse—forced to share), though, not sleeping (since that’s something that I can sort of do when other people are home, though I risk being woken up by yelling/people wanting to ask me stupid questions/etc.) but since Tyler is home because of the whole shit with him and Mum probably too, having had to bring him home, this would not happen. Plus, due to the whole me not having a car thing, I haven’t been to the last few because I couldn’t get there, and their competition is Saturday. And Dad doesn’t have a whistle because mine is in my bag (as I just keep it there so I never forget it for work). So I’m probably going to go. But then, you add in the factor that I have to pass my school on the way to Dad’s anyway, so it’s really not worth it to drive home and then back, as I am not into the buying gasoline thing.
So I’m probably going straight there. Which means I have to hang out in his classroom for a bit, but they’re doing the Constitution still, which means I can bitch about the Patriot Act and DOMA and other such constitutional bastardization. Decision made.
I had to leave early today to get to a before-school mock trial practice. Urgh in itself.
But my alarm didn’t wake me up for 6 when I set it. I get up at the normalish time (closer to 6:30), and pretty much need to run out of the house right away.
I stay for a few minutes and make a quick egg sandwich for breakfast. Egg sticks to pan horribly, so the egg is more scrambled than fried simply because I had to butcher it to get it out and onto the bread.
Run out to car. Open door of car. Door swinging open bumps plate with open-faced egg sandwich. Egg sandwich, meet ground. It hit bread-down, so I pick it back up, brush it off a little bit, and eat the bits that don’t look like they are covered in pavement; mainly the biggest chunk of egg still on there (not that big due to aforementioned butchering) and whatever cheese comes up with it, but I made the mistake of trying to eat some of the bread too. It tasted like pavement.
I decide that then today is a good day to run by the gas station and use my free coupon for a breakfast sandwich there, since I only got prolly half a breakfast. But the person in front of me turning out of the neighborhood is an idiot and is trying to make a turn that is impossible when there’s traffic. (I was making the easy turn to the right, he wanted to cross 5 lanes of traffic and go left, through the line of cars for an intersection that the city stupidly put directly to the side of our exit which thus block the way more often than not.) So I wait there for a good several minutes. Finally getting to turn, I pull into the gas station (#1) on the right, intending to turn through there onto the street where the gas station (#2) with the coupon is (the layout of this area is pretty much incomprehensible). But gas station #1 has this flag out that means that their 20oz fountain sodas are only 25 cents, so I blow off gas station #2 and get a soda. Except then said soda doesn’t fit into the cup holder in the car. What is this, I ask. So I have to hold it all the way to school.
Drive is relatively uneventful, but then I have to park. I do this. I go to take the key out. No such luck. I mess with the wheel, turn the car on and off, but I can’t get the ignition to go to off—it’s stuck at the accessory setting. I finally go inside (about 5 minutes after I was supposed to be there, a good 3 of which were spent car-fiddling), and my mock trial coach (who is pregnant and didn’t bring her coat—I felt horrible) comes outside to get it out for me. Turns out that the car was acting up because of the cold and even though it said it was in park, it wasn’t. She puts it in drive and then park again, and pulls out the key. I feel like an idiot along with a horrible person for making this sick (she’s got killer, killer morning sickness—to the point of near hospitalization for such severe dehydration) pregnant woman stand out in the cold for my carfail.
We do mock trial stuff. That’s fine. I go to the library and do my Spanish homework. Also fine. Tis time for Spanish class. I go up to my locker and discover that I do not have my copy of Madame Bovary for English. Annoyance, as I took it out of my bag so I didn’t have to tote the heavy thing to the gym yesterday and it is thus sitting right there on the couch by the door. I mope about this for a few moments, but go into the class. Realize just as we’re about to start that in said moping, I forgot to grab my Spanish binder from my locker. Run out at the bell, run back a good 30 seconds late. Teacher really doesn’t care, but still. We go over said Spanish homework, which I bombed the back verb section of (because I fail at knowing the difference in usage situations between imperfect subjunctive and conditional tenses) and made a fool of myself by answering majorly incorrectly when called on for one of said verbs. Not fun.
And then more classes and more walking to classes, when I’ve managed to royally screw up my left knee (it’s the arthritis mainly, I think, though it’s been behaving like injury in its refusal to go away as it’s gotten progressively worse over the last few days) and thus am in extreme pain upon, you know, every step.
I’ve got to decide what I’m doing after school, because I’m supposed to have volleyball with Dad, but it’s one of the early release days, which means I’d have enough time to get a good amount of sleep in with the extra hour before I start on my massive quantities of homework. Usually I just use the extra hour before everybody comes home for raiding all the junk food in the house that I’d get yelled at for eating (or worse—forced to share), though, not sleeping (since that’s something that I can sort of do when other people are home, though I risk being woken up by yelling/people wanting to ask me stupid questions/etc.) but since Tyler is home because of the whole shit with him and Mum probably too, having had to bring him home, this would not happen. Plus, due to the whole me not having a car thing, I haven’t been to the last few because I couldn’t get there, and their competition is Saturday. And Dad doesn’t have a whistle because mine is in my bag (as I just keep it there so I never forget it for work). So I’m probably going to go. But then, you add in the factor that I have to pass my school on the way to Dad’s anyway, so it’s really not worth it to drive home and then back, as I am not into the buying gasoline thing.
So I’m probably going straight there. Which means I have to hang out in his classroom for a bit, but they’re doing the Constitution still, which means I can bitch about the Patriot Act and DOMA and other such constitutional bastardization. Decision made.
