this is how gas is consumed
Let me run down my shitty day. First of all, due to late night festivities, i woke up late, and had about 10 minutes to get myself out the door and to the eastside in time for the political science class. This normally wouldnt have been a problem. When i get to 24th street, which is only a few blocks away from my house, there is oddly a TON of traffic thats just not moving. Come to find out in my slow creep up 24th st, that the very last light before you hit the free way is on the whole red blinking light--so take turns going one at a time--jazz. No car crash. No gore. No one holding someone hostage...just a stupid fucking blinking light. This throws me off another 10 minutes.
Amazingly i get to class and in my seat EXACTLY on time. Then i proceed to sit through 2 hours of a somewhat boring lecture (regarding the executive branch..but thte teacher kept going into a bunch of tangents)....i drop my pen fucking countless times in these two hours....so the professor keeps us there the ENTIRE time...usually he lets us go early, BUT NOT TODAY! So then i got to my aunts house down the street and have a piece of bread and some water--no hangover mind you--just that kinda sickly feeling you get with no sleep. I proceed to target where i have exactly 20 bucks to buy about thirty needed bathroom products. Amazingly i accomplish this with three dollars to spare...but the whole shopping experience sucked because i kept having to walk all around the store because i kept forgetting everything. Then i drive from the east side to my mothers work (to return her atm card of which i borrowed 40$ the day before), which is all the way in fucking rosedale...so of course rosedale hwy is a nighmare of traffic, smog, heat and red lights. Give her the card, tell her im gonna go do my sisteres student loan consolidation app at home (which i had been trying to do for the last week, but thier online app site had been down as well as thier phone lines because everyone who has a student loan is trying to consolidate before the rate goes up 7/1/05. After fucking with the app for another two hrs at home, i finally decide to just print it and fill it out by hand. Call mom--she makes me drive ALL THE WAY BACK TO HER WORK so she can send it overnight mail. I get out of my mothers work with exactly 12 minutes to go from rosedale to OILDALE to pick phil up from work--i was about 3 minutes late picking him up.
SO i take him to the store so he can get his daily 3 tallboys and 2 packs of smokes...get home, proceed to fall asleep on the couch for an hour, then phil wakes me up at 5:30 to order me BACK TO THE EASTSIDE to my aunts house because she has made a pot roast and he wants to eat it for dinner. I about blew my top at him and refused...but then i decided to play the martyr and get my ass up and drive to the east side to get the fucking potroast....as i slam the door on my way out i mumbled to myself, "I hope you die," in refrence to phil, and my neighbors just happen to be outside entertaining guests (these people are all like, 19 and very annoying) and they give me this look like i have lost it.
SO i get the pot roast, go back home, throw it at phil, and then fall asleep again--to wake up at 9pm...day wasted. ITS GOOD FUCKING TIMES. This post was too long....and compleatly pointless...why i would want to remember a day like this, i have no idea.
Amazingly i get to class and in my seat EXACTLY on time. Then i proceed to sit through 2 hours of a somewhat boring lecture (regarding the executive branch..but thte teacher kept going into a bunch of tangents)....i drop my pen fucking countless times in these two hours....so the professor keeps us there the ENTIRE time...usually he lets us go early, BUT NOT TODAY! So then i got to my aunts house down the street and have a piece of bread and some water--no hangover mind you--just that kinda sickly feeling you get with no sleep. I proceed to target where i have exactly 20 bucks to buy about thirty needed bathroom products. Amazingly i accomplish this with three dollars to spare...but the whole shopping experience sucked because i kept having to walk all around the store because i kept forgetting everything. Then i drive from the east side to my mothers work (to return her atm card of which i borrowed 40$ the day before), which is all the way in fucking rosedale...so of course rosedale hwy is a nighmare of traffic, smog, heat and red lights. Give her the card, tell her im gonna go do my sisteres student loan consolidation app at home (which i had been trying to do for the last week, but thier online app site had been down as well as thier phone lines because everyone who has a student loan is trying to consolidate before the rate goes up 7/1/05. After fucking with the app for another two hrs at home, i finally decide to just print it and fill it out by hand. Call mom--she makes me drive ALL THE WAY BACK TO HER WORK so she can send it overnight mail. I get out of my mothers work with exactly 12 minutes to go from rosedale to OILDALE to pick phil up from work--i was about 3 minutes late picking him up.
SO i take him to the store so he can get his daily 3 tallboys and 2 packs of smokes...get home, proceed to fall asleep on the couch for an hour, then phil wakes me up at 5:30 to order me BACK TO THE EASTSIDE to my aunts house because she has made a pot roast and he wants to eat it for dinner. I about blew my top at him and refused...but then i decided to play the martyr and get my ass up and drive to the east side to get the fucking potroast....as i slam the door on my way out i mumbled to myself, "I hope you die," in refrence to phil, and my neighbors just happen to be outside entertaining guests (these people are all like, 19 and very annoying) and they give me this look like i have lost it.
SO i get the pot roast, go back home, throw it at phil, and then fall asleep again--to wake up at 9pm...day wasted. ITS GOOD FUCKING TIMES. This post was too long....and compleatly pointless...why i would want to remember a day like this, i have no idea.
posted by c-Lo at 11:16 PM
2 Comments:
Dude. I feel so bad. Somehow I feel like all of this was my fault. After all, last night we had a plan! We had a plan and I didn't back it up. I'm sorry man, seriously.
oh come on...DO NOT under ANY circumstances feel bad...i wasnt up THAT late...see, its basically im up late EVERY fucking night, and it always catches up with me once during the week. Fun was had by all at your house the other day!
PS: write in yer blog.
PPS: got anything for the apt. character thingy?
PPSS: we need to discuss these things very soon.
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