Well, I supppose I could be. I could have failed my programming test. As it is, I think I did pretty well on it.
Other than that, however, this is one of the shittiest days ever.
My roomate wakes me up getting ready, as usual, and I don't have to be up for another 3 hours. If you know me, you know what once I'm awake, I can't get back to sleep. So, I layed there for an hour or so and finally decided to get up.
I'm supposed to be applying to and putting down a deposit for some apartments on campus tomorrow. Yesterday, I asked my mother the specifics of a money order (because I don't have any checks at college with me, only a debit card and cash), and she didn't know. This morning we get into an argument about the apartment. She says it's too expensive.
Details: Its a 4/2 apartment with a kitchen and living room. Each person only leases out his own individual room. It is approx $340/month per person. The total, therefore, comes to around $1350/month. While this seems extremely high, take note that each individual is only paying $340. The average two-bedroom apartment with utilities is $600-750/month near campus. This means the split is going to be between $300 and $375/month. So, this is no more or less expensive than the average apartment.
She says, "I'm not paying for a," and I interrupt her. "
You?!? I
have a job. What's this about
you?" I realize my folly immediately. She was expecting to pay part or all of my rent. However, the damage has been done, and we argue about the damned apartment for over an hour. I start pointing out why it's no more expensive than any other apartment methodically and logically. She goes off into rants about me making her feel guilty. Omfg....
I leave in the middle of the argument to go to my test. I was planning on going early to study, but obviously that didn't happen. I'm riding my bike from the dorms to Nedderman Hall. I'm pissed obviously. I'm doing wheelies because I'm trying to get good at some standard bike tricks. The third one I do, I lose my balance, and the front wheel turns to the left. I recover by bouncing with both feet off the road and back onto the bike. I think I pulled something.
I get to the test, and it wasn't too bad. There were like 4 major errors on the test, but we get it all worked out finally.
I leave Nedderman Hall to head back to the dorm. I'm riding down the road with no hands. (I will note that this is very easy.) My left ankle still hurts. I see a car coming from a road to the left. He has a stop sign, so I continue down the road without stopping, as I do not have a stop sign.
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He doesn't stop... So, I put both hands on the handlebars and begin to slow down. Unfortunately, my back brakes are not working because of an incident last semester which involves my wheel being bent slightly and me having to loosen the breaks to compensate. This is fine, however, because he is in the center of the street, (idiot) and I am probably 3 inches from the curb. All of the sudden, I realize why he is in the middle of the street.
Without using a blinker, he veers (I would say he turned, but from my perspective, he
veered) to the right into a parking spot. I try to slow down, but the front brake skids on the wheel. I try to swerve out of the way of the car.
This, in conjunction with the "skidding" I am doing because of the anti-lock brake simulation I am experiencing causes my bike to roll to the left. I fall off the bike and slide/roll a tiny bit. I scraped my leg and arm, and jammed my wrist int he landing. My ankle hurts like hell now. I think this is the point when the flames started coming out of my head.
I get up, completely infuriated and not thinking clearly, and mount my bicycle. I didn't think to see if it was alright. I didn't think to get the guy's liscense plate number. I don't even remember what fucking color the car was.
I get back to my dorm and check my email. I find out that my mom has been in a bad mood because one of her best friends is moving away and that she has to re-file her taxes because the college made an error in a statement. She was just
venting her anger on me this morning. Thanks mom. That makes it all better.
I tell her about me almost getting hit by a car, and all she tells me is (and I quote), "Be careful."
*Explodes into a ball of flame*
I'm sure work is going to be just awesome today... It not even noon yet, and my day is already just a huge pile of shit.