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It's quarter past 11 and I'm not feeling fine...

  
 
Tryphena Absent
08:20 / 04.04.03
Excuse me but I am suffering from an indignant frame of mind and need to let the angst out!

I woke up at 9am to the cursed sound of Wham - yes, that's right, Wake me up. I switched over to Radio 3 and listened to opera. Then, hell of hells, walked in to my lecture to find everyone engaged in a mock exam. I thought I escaped that peculiar hell after 'A' level but obviously I was very wrong. Who the hell gets out of bed for a non- compulsory mock exam??!! Naturally I knew nothing about aesthetic theory and had to make stuff up on the spot about Walter Benjamin- hopefully some benevolent creature fed me the right imagination this morning.

Has anyone else experienced two hours of excrutiating non- luck or is it just me who made a concerted effort to be normal and found herself in a farce?
 
 
Olulabelle
08:24 / 04.04.03
Is today a specifically unlucky day?

I've had lots of luck this morning in the shape of this treat: I met a wonderful old man with a pedometer that played Greensleeves. Every. Time. He. Moved.
 
 
Tryphena Absent
08:30 / 04.04.03
Well I'm sure it's somehow linked to waking up at such an ungodly hour. My housemate told me that I'd make a good morning person- she meant it, totally straight face, something to do with me singing in the kitchen. The fact that it took me 15 minutes to make any sound at all and then it was a song didn't seem to strike her as odd.

I think it was the Wham that did it. A mock I can just about muddle through even when I've done no reading for two terms but George Michael just... kills me softly.
 
 
Olulabelle
08:39 / 04.04.03
Cunning Plan: Retune your radio to Radio 5, then at least you don't get George. (You are however then forced to listen to regular sports updates and lots of people called Dave who read the Daily Mail ringing in to complain about 'Hippie Peace Whingers,' so on second thoughts, not so advisable.)
 
 
Loomis
08:39 / 04.04.03
I wouldn't blame your flatmate. It was just a careless whisper, from a good friend ...
 
 
Mourne Kransky
08:43 / 04.04.03
George Michael is never a good thing, AdeL. I am impressed with your sangfroid over the mock exam though.

I bit into a particularly fine bit of crusty French bread last night and promptly lost a crown. I have trotted dutifully round local dentists this morning and tried to impress them with my tale of woe - cannot smile with a missing front tooth - but they appear unimpressed and I have to wait till 23 April just to be examined.

I know I'm not in pain or anything but this is an emergency. I can't say any words with the letter F in them and my personal vanity is a fragile thing that won't cope with being a gap-toothed grinning fool till the Lord knows when. It's going to need a bridge, I just know it!

On the brighter side, I have piles of work to do and have managed to avoid doing any of it so far today.
 
 
sleazenation
08:51 / 04.04.03
I advocate listing to radio five in all circumstances - until we get a non-sport afflicted rolling news radio service...
 
 
Tryphena Absent
09:15 / 04.04.03
You're quite right, it is an emergency, I feel quite indignant for you now Xoc! They just don't understand that image is your social armour!!!!!!

I'm not much of a Radio 5 fan, apologies to all, far too much talking. I'm sticking with the operatics, it was very jolly, much better than WHAM.
 
 
rizla mission
09:19 / 04.04.03
Such is the dearth of any decent radio most of the time that I advocate listening to static.

I've had a crap morning too. Horrible high blood sugar = headache and no food. And it's for no reason I can figure out either.

And the house is infested with fucking builders. And I don't know what the hell they're doing. And I don't have the courage to ask them. And as a bonus I get self-imposed guilt thanks to my quite unhealthy "other people in my house? BASTARDS! FUCK OFF!" attitude.
 
 
Olulabelle
09:23 / 04.04.03
You have builders in your house and you don't know *why?* Who invited them?
 
 
Cherry Bomb
09:31 / 04.04.03
Come on, AnnadeL! Waking up to Wham's "Wake Me Up..." is a GOOD thing! The sign of GREAT day to come!

said the girl who owns "Ladies & Gentlemen: The Best of George Michael
 
 
rizla mission
09:38 / 04.04.03
You have builders in your house and you don't know *why?* Who invited them?

Almost certainly my mum.

Whatever they're up to I can be sure that;

a)I don't understand it

b)it's a BAD IDEA

c)it'll spoil my plans for a quiet lunch
 
 
Shrug
10:28 / 04.04.03
Well I could use today as an example but it was pretty okay so I think I'll use yesterday instead. So I was busy about my work at about 4am cleaning, cooking, serving customers, when some random trucker comes into the shop, never seen him before, so he starts telling me about his life (truckers seem conversation starved alot so I listen, nod politely and laugh at the right moments). But then he starts without any provocation on a long monologue about them blacks (well he didn't use that word) he must have noticed my silence and blatantly obvious glares, but that didn't stop him, I said sorry "I really don't have time to talk", that didn't stop him, I didn't want to say "Get the fuck out of the shop now you racist fucking cunt" (well okay I really did) but basically he was really fucking scary so I said nothing, and continued on with my ignore and glare tactics, felt really angry and chickenshit all day.... because I was.
 
 
Jub
11:07 / 04.04.03
That sounds awful Maftm, I hate situations like that. Hopefully you won't see him again.
 
 
Shrug
11:27 / 04.04.03
In all likelihood I won't, so yay, but you know since I'm leaving (not because of that) for another job I won't have to deal with customers anymore and its much easier to tell a co-worker to "Shut the fuck up".
 
 
telyn
13:59 / 04.04.03
Some point last year I turned up to a maths lecture which was actually an assessed exam. I think that was one of things that made me gve up maths actually, the fact that I just didn't give a damn and laughed when I found out.

I have now had my fair share of *awful* (maths) exams, where you just can't wait to leave but have to sit through and try and scrape enough marks together to pass. I hope it wasn't like that too much.

I lived in a building site for three years or so, and they took the roof of our bungalo and put another storey and a new roof on. ALl the while there was this big blue plastic sheet separating us from where the stairs used to be so our house was livable. Occasionally the wind would blow the wrong way and my brother and I would be shipped out to friends whle my mum cleared inches of dust out of our room.
 
 
Persephone
15:50 / 04.04.03
Aaggggh, I got a coffee from Dunkin Donuts & said yes to cream & sugar w/o thinking & was cold, so I drank it anyway... do people who take sugar with coffee like their coffee that sweet, really? Or obviously, they were being held up at the Dunkin Donuts! What an idiot I am, I drank their cry for help & what a headache I have now. Well, I hope they're all right.

Also, I think that I broke the office chair. I mean, that it's broken isn't in question: the seat is definitely not parallel to the floor anymore. But was it old age, or was it me?
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
15:58 / 04.04.03
Radio FOUR, Goddammit! I've just spent the afternoon listening to a friend telling me how R3's gone downhill. That was my answer to him, as well.

Not a particularly unlucky day, but I just came home to find my new toilet seat is broken. And it's a really cool transparent one with barbed wire in it. And superglue doesn't seem to have done the trick. Ah well, I'll worry about it tomorrow (for which read never). Now is for playing video games and drinking booze.
 
 
Baz Auckland
16:31 / 04.04.03
Get one of those clock radios with a CD player. Starting the day with Bob Marley's '3 little birds' means that nothing can go wrong.
 
 
Olulabelle
18:45 / 04.04.03
I think I win if we can also consider unlucky weeks:

Monday: A maniac crashes into my car, in the *fast* lane of the M4, and stoves the side in so much that you can't get in the passenger door.

Tuesday: A maniac driving the other way to me runs over a dog, I get out of my car, scream 'Get the fuck off his fucking paw, fucker' pick up the dog, and take the dog and it's freaked owner to the vet. Then I come home and wash the dog blood off my back seat, throw my shoes/clothes away due to blood everywhere, and all my neighbours peer out of their windows going, 'See her next door, she's an axe murderer.'

Friday: I go to get in my car only to find a maniac has gouged big holes all around the lock and broken the door handle in a bid to break in. So currently, the only way to get in the sodding car is to get in the back and climb through to the front, which, frankly, makes me look like a bit of a dick.

Please say I win, it'll be my only solace.
 
 
Tryphena Absent
18:53 / 04.04.03
You win and the M4 is just the worst motorway! Full of maniacs and their erratic braking and pulling out in to the teeniest gaps and I hope the dog was OK.
 
 
Olulabelle
19:06 / 04.04.03
Thank you for the win! I feel much better now.

Anna, you are so right, the M4 is a HORRID and scary place to be.

The dog? Well... The only good bit of the week was this:

When I got back from discovering the attempted break-in, the dog's owners were on my doorstep (I left my number with the vet, so they could keep me updated). They had the biggest bunch of lovely flowers for me, and they said the Vet told them if I hadn't got him there so quickly he would have died. So now I am a life saver because he's going to be fine and won't have to have his paw amputated, just some skin grafts. (Crikey, doesn't that mean that the dog is indebted to me until it saves *my* life?!)

And is that it now do you think? 3 car things, surely no more can happen?
 
 
Tryphena Absent
19:19 / 04.04.03
Well, don't want to jinx you but bad luck comes in groups of three (not multiples of three), I'll cross my fingers that your engine doesn't explode or anything!
 
 
Olulabelle
19:36 / 04.04.03
Groups? Is this not a group? Car, car, car? Oh, Goddd. I think I need to transplant myself to Magick, and ask for help. It's either that or take to my bed.
 
 
_pin
19:51 / 04.04.03
My psychology teacher was talking thru all the bits I missed in my coursework and looking at me while she tapped the page and she was saying how I hadn't criticised my use of oppotunity sampeling in relation to generalising the results of my experiment to the population at large AND THE WORDS SHE WAS TAPPING ON THE PAGE WERE THE WORDS "OPPOTUNITY SAMPELING".

What the fuck is she doing meddling in my education anyway??
 
 
Mazarine
02:45 / 05.04.03
Unlucky day, nothin', it's been and unlucky week. Fell down the stairs a few days ago, my most recent fanfiction's been getting some scathing reviews, and I'm not sure they're wrong (getting very frustrated because I don't want to give away the entire plot of the story before it's written, I wanted to let the plot develop, which has in turn led to the realizations that 1. I do not take criticism as well as I thought I did and 2. I've started taking fanfiction far too seriously), ice storm last night into today, during which my fiance broke the windshield of his car trying to get the ice off it.

Now just depressed, icebound, and trying to come up with something constructive to do with my time.
 
  
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