I’ve often heard and contemplated the expression “The day exploded in my face.” Well, today, I actually got to see an example of the phenomenon.

I got home, and for once, I was feeling highly productive. I took off my shoes and deposited my satchel in a more orderly manner than usual, and then checked the messages on the answering machine. My friend Charlie had called, and wanted me to call him back straight away. So I did, and that’s about the point at which the day detonated.

Charlie needed some help with his Senior Exit project, and he was foolish enough to do what I did when I was working on mine: Leave two days to work on the product. So I have to find the camcorder, get out the equipment, and get everything ready, all the while having lunch and contemplating which homework I’m going to do when I get finished helping him.

But it turns out that he didn’t just want help setting up the camcorder; he wanted help with the actual filming. So I ended up the park for about an hour and a half trying to get interviews with total strangers, most of whom were either strange or uncooperative. We did meet an old man with a cool hat, though.

After I got home and had been fooling around on the computer for a while, I decided to do my calculus homework. My productivity was by now pretty much drained. I went upstairs to find a pen, and I opened my mail. What do I find but an overdraft notice from the bank. Apparently purchasing my domain name drained my debit account completely. On top of that, I now have to pay a $34 fee. On top of THAT, my father had to lend me the money to pay all that off, and now I just know that he’s going to expect me to do some work up at the office (where I work sometimes) to pay him back.

But wait, there’s more! Now I have to spend the majority of my afternoon tomorrow trying to find seventeen more people in the park to interview, along with writing some of the reply letters to papers from other students in my English class, as well as finishing as much of my calculus as I can, and leave enough time to watch House.

And I’ve got an exam on Wednesday.

And I’m not actually totally sure about the whole mechanics of my English paper, which is probably a sizeable chunk of my final grade.

If karma truly exists, then I must have done something truly awful and not noticed it. My whole week sucks.

…And I need to get gas for my car, with nothing on my debit card, with more lent money.

This exasperated rant brought to you by Life, from the creators of The Universe. More reports as events warrant.

The Fog Lifts (Sort Of)

I finally managed to do something blog-worthy, although I may have picked a bad morning to write about it.

We had our big annual Halloween party on Saturday. We initially thought nobody was coming, but in the end, it turned out everybody did. As per tradition, we all ate a pancreas-curdling amount of candy, then ran around like fools until it wore off, then fell asleep.

The day after the party—while we were all still recovering from our fructose hangovers—some of the guys hung around playing Garry’s Mod on the computer. It turned out to be a good weekend. I even managed to get my English paper “finished”.

Of course, now that I’ve mentioned Garry’s Mod, that reminded me that something has compelled a bunch of my other games to refuse to work.

Lovely…I’ve managed not to see the bright side once again…


Once again, I find my writing skills in lousy condition after about three weeks of nonuse. I’ve really got to start doing something to prevent these annoying (and frightening) little episodes…

Maybe I’m on the Internet too much. That really always seems to put a damper on my language skills.

If there were a way to sigh heavily and defeatedly in cyberspace, that’s what I’d be doing right now.

Oh look, another bland and boring entry…

I rant too much.

The Worst Story Ever Told…

Now that I think about it, writing a blog about my life is like making a documentary about dryer lint: You know somebody’s going to do it, but you make a point of not watching it…

I say this because the only big event today was that I finally tried the Chik-Fil-A food at UNCC (my college). It wasn’t bad, but I managed to make myself look like a complete and utter dumbass in the middle of a crowd. First, I didn’t know what type of account was on my “49er card” (these great little ID cards that you can put money on, etc.), then I managed to nearly drop my food on the floor (Mr. Smooth makes a fantastic recovery!)…then, I left my wallet on the floor by mistake, and fumbled my way outside.

The high point of my day was to discover that there’s a whole little ecosystem of tiny, fearless brown birds whose very existence depend on the manifold food debris that the students leave scattered around the terrace. I half expected one of them to try to steal my food, but none ever did.

“The Life”…good title for a very ordinary blog…


Maybe I’m actually one of those people who works well under pressure. I wasn’t aware that such people existed, but maybe I’m one of them.

The reason I bring this up is that I have about five hours to complete a draft of my paper for English, and then read and respond to Chapter 4 in one of our books. The chapter is mercifully short, though, so perhaps I’ll actually read it (I just skimmed the last one). On top of all that, the five-hour estimate assumes that I don’t work on anything else… and still I feel no motivation to actually get to work.

College is easier than I thought it would be…perhaps a little too easy…

The Inspiration Well Remains Dry

I know I forecast better days ahead, but I started feeling like crap all of a sudden, and I just read several hundred quotes on bash.com, so it’s not likely that I’m going to produce anything of any real substance. And my throat hurts from laughing.

I know, I know: I’m a whiner…

English, the Confusing Language

I don’t know what I was thinking putting off the English homework that I had this weekend. I guess I assumed that this would be one of those little 48-hour colds. Wrong!

We’re being forced to write according to a very specific guideline. That’s nothing new to me. That was the only way they even taught writing when I was in school. I suppose I’d been hoping that I would be able to get away from all that when I entered college.

It’s not so bad, though. At least I don’t have to actually write the paper today, I just have to pick a topic and sort of lay out what I want to argue about it.

I really hope I feel a lot better tomorrow. Since I got sick on Thursday, I’ve been feeling more and more apathetic and branless all the time. More than anything else, I hope that passes soon.

So there you go. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to rant about being ill for yet another blog entry, and I still managed! Yay…