Yesterday was horrible. Just horrible! It was gray outside, raining and humid. The first few minutes of the day were fine. But then, it took a turn for the worse at around 8:40 am, about fifty minutes from when I woke up. I decided to make coffee. I like coffee. I put two teaspoons of the freeze dried coffee into the cup, heated the water until boiling and that is where my problems began. The plastic was hot so I burned my fingertips. I then poured the hot water into the cup and again, I was burned from the splashes of boiling water droplets. I then took the spoon, mixed the coffee and water, left the spoon in the cup, turned around to get my mini -moos, picked of the spoon and of course it was hot and I burned my fingers again. I then put the lid on the coffee mug and took a sip. I should not have done that. I burned my lip.
Let's fast forward to around 1:00pm. I just got out of class and am now standing - wait, I need to go back. I just got out of class. I left the building through a side entrance and before me stands a massive puddle (and it's still raining). I'm not wearing rain boots. I repeat. I am not wearing rain boots. I see a ledge across the puddle, maybe a foot and a half away. I tried. I failed. I made it onto the ledge but inertia decided to bounce me right back in the opposite direction. I landed with both feet in the massive puddle. I sighed and tiptoed my way through the puddle to the concrete walkway. Yay, I made it. I continued on and reached the bus stop. I went underneath the covered 'shelter' at the stop. The sign said the blue bus would arrive in five minutes. Five minutes. Okay. While I was waiting, some real piece of work in a white Pontiac (I think) with a pizza delivery sign drives right along the curve at at least twenty five miles and hour and the water conveniently forms a wave that hits the concrete and hurls toward me. I take two steps back, stepping on another person waiting for the stop, missing the wall of water by one foot. Thanks a lot pizza delivery man.
I get on the second blue bus. I get off the blue bus and I attempt to close my umbrella which opened without my permission. It's not closing. Why is it not closing? I think there may be a piece of the fabric stuck towards the point where all the little evil spiky things reside. No nothing is stuck, but are you not closing?! I wrestle with the stupid umbrella until it bites back. It closed. While slicing my finger which is stuck where the sharp, pointy button thingy is. Is it bleeding? No, I don't think so. It's just a little red, but no, no. Still no blood. I take two steps and think, my, my finger really does hurt. I look at it. Bright red blood is trickling down the side of my finger. Blood is bursting through the cut, it's dripping onto the pavement. I can't get it to stop. It won't stop. I am now feeling faint...not really. But it really did bleed. And it freakin hurt (and still does more than 24 hours later)! And it didn't stop bleeding for a while. But that's not all that went wrong...
I finally make it back and by now, I'm a bit hungry. I decided on a frozen all ready been prepared entree, 'glazed chicken.' From the picture it looks, eh, somewhat appetizing. I opened the box, stuck the frozen tray in the microwave and waited for exactly five minutes and thirty seconds. Beep! Beep! Beep! My frozen entree is now unfrozen and from the looks of it, very hot. So I carefully choose to touch the tray at the corners. The tray is hovering about a millimeter above the microwave base when a puff of ridiculously hot steam erupts from the exact edge that I happen to be holding with the tips of my fingers. I drop the tray, try to reassure my fingers that they will be okay, say a few choice words to myself and then, again, I pick of the damn tray. I am now burned and it hurts. It REALLY HURTS. I take this 'food' back to my room after acquiring a lovely paper plate to carry the infamous tray. And I begin to eat. The 'chicken' is interesting. It's bouncy. And sometimes crunchy(?). The 'glaze' is more like brown, sticky, unappetizing goo. The rice, well, it's, it's...it's crunchy on the left and not crunchy on the right. The few slivers of green beans look as though they have been petrified and just walked out of hell. Apparently, there were peanuts. I thought I saw a piece of one. I ate. I wish I hadn't.
I almost forgot that I also took my trash out. You may say, you took your trash out and you're telling me that you had a horrifying experience? Yes. Yes I am. I had my keys on a crappy lanyard that the school gave me - thanks school for the crappy lanyard. I went to the trash room. Opened the latch and through the garbage down the hatch (heh :) rhyme ). I walked back to my room and, I can't figure out to spell a throat sound of pure horror, when I realized I had one key but I was supposed to have two! I retraced my steps, nothing. I began to sweat within 15 seconds of losing my key. I looked everywhere. Did I lose it in the classroom? No, you had just unlocked the door. Oh yeah. Did it go down the trash shoot? Huhhh!!!?? I didn't hear clinking... It has to be here...and I found it. It was hiding under the corner of the rug.
I decided I wasn't going anywhere else today. I didn't until 8:12pm. Right when I was fifty four minutes into The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus (awesome movie, highly recommend, it reminds me of something, maybe how I think? could be...) there was a fire drill. I wore flip flops. I like flip flops, I've never said anything bad about flip flops. Anyway, They (the evil ones) made me go on the grass, which was wet and muddy. 'We know it's wet and we're very sorry' says some asian guy. Whatever. I took one step and my foot squished and sank into the grass. It reminded me of a school field trip to a marsh. If you are ever near a marsh, RUN AWAY. If you think you want to go to a marsh, YOU DON'T. Anywho, my foot was filthy. I made my way to the wet concrete and wiped my foot off. I couldn't decide if having my foot covered with grass and mud was worse than taking a chance and getting little worms squirming up and into the bottom of my feet. I gambled with the worms. And as soon as I got back, I rinsed them off in the tub. But instead, the water came through the shower head...and then the bottom faucet. I then slathered my feet in antibacterial gel :) . And went to bed. Because I couldn't take anymore.
I didn't get to write a post last week. But, I figure you were all dying to know what kind of bad stuff happened. I did burn my finger, but more importantly, I fell off a bus. I don't know how. I just know it happened. I think I may have fallen asleep for a millisecond of time as I was attempting to exit the bus. I can distinctly remember the concrete curb. At one point it was right in front of me - then towards the upper left of my sight - then to the right of my sight and then right in my face. I scraped up my knee, but suffered no major physical injuries. The emotional injures can go away for a small, small donation of $5 to whatever amount of money you would like to donate to my 'rainy days' fund (notice the s on the end of days...)
I hope you all take the time to appreciate this post because it took away valuable study time... Be grateful people. Be grateful.
