Ugh. What a shitty day. I wake up at 9:30, get out of bed, and head into the bathroom. To my surprise, the cleaning lady is in their cleaning the showers. This is inconvenient, because when I say that I “got out of bed”, I mean that I crawled for twenty minutes to get out of bed. So, I get there and find the House Mom cleaning the showers, right as I need them. I cannot, for the life of me, understand why she is there. Yesterday, she was in their at 12:00 cleaning. Today, 10:00. If she’d have some consistancy, I wouldn’t be running into her and causing a conflict every other day of the week.

So, she tells me she’ll be five minutes.

Ten minutes later, I hop in the shower, turn it on, and get slammed in the face by freezing cold water.

“It’ll heat up,” I tell myself, “It will.”

It doesn’t.

So, I get out and switch showers. Finally, warm water.

I rush out, get dressed, and head out to class. I step outside to find out that it is pouring rain, and I have no umbrella.

So, I go to algebra in the pouring rain. Sit through Algebra, and find out I did questions 4 and 5 incorrectly on the assignment. But, oh well. What’s to be done.

I walk back home through the rain. Get to V1. Buy a Spicy Chicken wrap, chocolate milk and a fruit cup. I go to my room. Bite into the wrap. Open the chocolate milk.

Tragedy strikes. The chocolate milk falls from the chair towards the floor. It spins, splattering 250 ml of chocolate milk on the printer/scanner, desk, garbage can, recycling bin, closet, drawers, and my refridgerator. So, I panic. There is a puddle  of chocolate milk on the carpet, and it is everywhere else. I go ballistic.

I’m cursing, throwing stuff, smashing things. There was mucho rage.

So, I spend my break between math classes cleaning up the milk. My dad brings me some vinegar to clean up the carpet after Calculus, and I scrub the floor like mad.

Now, everything is clean, but I’ve got a shit load of class still to go to and this rain does not look like it is going to let up.