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My day was off to a crappy enough start with the 2 hours of sleep I got last night. Finally nodded off around 3:40 this morning to have my alarm clock go off at a quarter to 6 so that I could get up, shower, and go to class where we did absolutely NOTHING.
I could've slept today and not missed anything more than a uniform inspection...so yeah, wonderful start. And it only got better after school, where we had our daily PT session...which around here equals "soccer game against the faculty."
Got to try out my new shin guards at least....but I knew it was gonna be a bad game when I forgot my gloves. Damn but was I right...with a half hour left to go I blocked a goal shot, bouncing the ball up off my shin guards. They performed beautifully in protecting my legs.
They did nothing, however, to stop the Marine who followed his blocked goal shot up with a (completely accidental) powerkick at the ball...which missed and drove the ball directly into my gut. ...Say, what's that coming out of my mouth just then? Why, that would be every ounce of air that was in my lungs a moment ago, a good chunk of my lunch, and I do believe that red puddle would be a small spattering of blood! HallefreakinLUjah but did that ever NOT make my day..
After a nice (and thankfully swift) trip to medical, they checked me out to find that thankfully there wasn't any serious damage...the "blood" turned out to be the marinara sauce that was on the spaghetti I'd had. Stomach still hurt (still does) where I got nailed, but other than that things were pretty much nominal..still, that definitely rated a 8.4 on the suckometer.
So, trying to ignore the dull throb in my gut, I went out and got myself an antenna for my TV...cable around here don't work worth jack. I found out the antenna doesn't either...I spent 8 bucks to go from no channels to a whopping ONE channel! ...The only good that I can think of is at least I can catch Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune in my own room now. Whoopityfreakindoo.
So finally, I got online for the first time tonight...this being roughly 2 hours ago when it would normally be closer to 5. I felt a huge amount of relief as I checked who was on AIM, at least, seeing my girlfriend's name pop up. I figured maybe I could talk to her, see how her day had been, RP for a bit (...not necessarily like that, you pervert.)...whatever the case, I figured I'd at least get to talk with her for a while and make my day a lot better.
"Not so fast, you filthy heretic!" cried the heavens, who sent her more-ticked-off-than-usual-tonight dad home early to order her off the computer...the last time she mentioned him being this pissed the bastard wound up smacking her, and she didn't make him seem as pissed then as she made him seem tonight... So now instead of feeling better in spite of my aches I'm left hurting, starving (since I'm STILL too freakin' nauseated to hold anything down thanks to that soccerball), AND scared.
*glares at the heavens* THANKS A WHOLE FUCKING LOT. *growls* Goddammit but today's such a fucking waste..
I could've slept today and not missed anything more than a uniform inspection...so yeah, wonderful start. And it only got better after school, where we had our daily PT session...which around here equals "soccer game against the faculty."
Got to try out my new shin guards at least....but I knew it was gonna be a bad game when I forgot my gloves. Damn but was I right...with a half hour left to go I blocked a goal shot, bouncing the ball up off my shin guards. They performed beautifully in protecting my legs.
They did nothing, however, to stop the Marine who followed his blocked goal shot up with a (completely accidental) powerkick at the ball...which missed and drove the ball directly into my gut. ...Say, what's that coming out of my mouth just then? Why, that would be every ounce of air that was in my lungs a moment ago, a good chunk of my lunch, and I do believe that red puddle would be a small spattering of blood! HallefreakinLUjah but did that ever NOT make my day..
After a nice (and thankfully swift) trip to medical, they checked me out to find that thankfully there wasn't any serious damage...the "blood" turned out to be the marinara sauce that was on the spaghetti I'd had. Stomach still hurt (still does) where I got nailed, but other than that things were pretty much nominal..still, that definitely rated a 8.4 on the suckometer.
So, trying to ignore the dull throb in my gut, I went out and got myself an antenna for my TV...cable around here don't work worth jack. I found out the antenna doesn't either...I spent 8 bucks to go from no channels to a whopping ONE channel! ...The only good that I can think of is at least I can catch Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune in my own room now. Whoopityfreakindoo.
So finally, I got online for the first time tonight...this being roughly 2 hours ago when it would normally be closer to 5. I felt a huge amount of relief as I checked who was on AIM, at least, seeing my girlfriend's name pop up. I figured maybe I could talk to her, see how her day had been, RP for a bit (...not necessarily like that, you pervert.)...whatever the case, I figured I'd at least get to talk with her for a while and make my day a lot better.
"Not so fast, you filthy heretic!" cried the heavens, who sent her more-ticked-off-than-usual-tonight dad home early to order her off the computer...the last time she mentioned him being this pissed the bastard wound up smacking her, and she didn't make him seem as pissed then as she made him seem tonight... So now instead of feeling better in spite of my aches I'm left hurting, starving (since I'm STILL too freakin' nauseated to hold anything down thanks to that soccerball), AND scared.
*glares at the heavens* THANKS A WHOLE FUCKING LOT. *growls* Goddammit but today's such a fucking waste..