Just Shoot Me (Take 2)
I took a test I didn't study for at 9:30 this morning, that didn't go too hateful. Well as good as it could for a test i didn't study for AT ALL.
Got home a little after 10, and after running around here, trying to entertain myself for an hour told DZ that we should go for a bike ride. We left around 1pm, but had to make it shorter than usual because we both had to work tonight. So we rode around town and on our way back crossed some railroad tracks. Its still odd for me to do that because the nearest RR tracks to my house are in Frankentucky 10 or so miles away. There is not a single smooth set of tracks here in BG, so i sucked it up and rode over them really fast hitting a pothole in between the tracks, making it even bumpier, it was all fun until my cell phone flew out, landed on the road and got hit by a car. It still turns on, but has spent the past 12 hours searching for service.
After calling my Dad and asking him what to do, I cart my butt to Maumee to the Verizon store (30min away). I left here at 2:30 and after standing in line up there finally got told that they couldn't replace my phone because they don't make my model anymore, and that I couldn't get the upgrade even though I'm eligible because my Dad is the account holder and he would have to resign the contract. I could get a phone, but pay the 269.99 price tag instead of my Dad paying $100 for the same phone. Needless to say I struck out. So I carted my little butt back to BG and got home around 4pm and had to leave at 4:30 for work. DZ had already left so I couldn't use her phone to call my Dad to tell him, so I played IM email with him for the next 15 minutes. Meanwhile I was reading a conversation that I shouldn't have read at the time.
The conversation was in IRC and between someone who is always an asshole and never thinks rationally or before he speaks and generally makes an ass of himself. All the time. Most of the time I can ignore him. But in my already pissed off state of mind, it sent me over the edge. I was throwing stuff, of course no one was here to witness it, so you probably don't believe me. In a nutshell, this guy is pretty against public school fine arts and thinks they are useless and that they should cut those programs and give the extra money to the science teachers. I was pissed. Normally i would have shrugged it off as he's and ass, but today i couldn't, instead of leaving channel I should've just told him off.
Then I left for work, the high in the kitchen today was 115 degrees and I stand in front of the oven. We weren't too busy, but busy enough for me not wanting to be there. Had I had a phone I would have called off. I even had to help out the dishers before I left, so I came home soaked.
On top of this TDog, Mikey, DZ, Gimp and I went swimming Wed. evening because none of us had to work. My initial "Jump into the water to get the cold part over with proved to be not such a good idea. See, I forgot that the "deep part" was only 5' deep. I'm well over that. Upon landing in the water I scraped my toe on the cement bottom. It wouldn't have been so bad had I not scraped the soft squishy part of my scar on my left foot. I'll spare details. Lets say that wearing anything but sandals is not very comfortable. In fact it hurts like hell.
There, that's hell day in a nutshell. Hopefully I'll get a new phone soon. And we're going swimming at the quarry tomorrow. Now I sleep.
Friday, June 10, 2005
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5 comments:
Were I there, I'd totally take you out and buy you a beer. or 5.
I think I need a whole case right about now. But I'm alone and that would make me a drunk :P
It's true. You could also drink while IMing, and then it's not really drinking alone.
Sort of.
It's a dangerous road. I once drank a whole bottle of shiraz while IMing, telling myself it was ok.
Not a good night. Not a good morning. Shiraz in vast quantities does things to your throat that some would consider... unnatural.
The trick is getting someone else who's drinking to talk to. So you both feel like crap the next day.
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