Right, so lets set the mood here shall we?
(I'm going to warn you, this is going to be a bit of a rant, but i'm strongly holding on to the last bit of humour i have, so i may use it up here)
It was 1am, the early morning of the 7th of Jan, I knew it was going to be a bad day ahead as i normally shoot off, (not wanking, but falling asleep, you dirty dirty people) but i was tossing (oo err) and turning in bed, and then the thunder and lightning.. ohhh the thunderr. so yeah i couldn't sleep, bear in mind that i have to be up at about half 6ish to get my train, luckily mums set an alarm and she'll wake me up.
Right so i get woken up, at 8am.
My train is at 8.12am
and the station is 20mins away.
So i'm practically fucked. I booked an advance fucking ticket to go and miss my train.
Apparently we had had a power cut and mums alarm turned off, (i'm still adamant that she probably slept though)
8.05am- the amount of cursing in our house would make a sailor blush.
8.10am find a train for 8.52am
Then the frantic packing and getting ready, as i was packing i thought, "oh maybe i should get my keycard and put it in my wallet so i dont have to stumble for it when i get back"
It's gone.
The cursing starts up again.
at this point i'm considering giving up on it all and just going back to bed. maybe this is a sign.
i don't know what for.
but i'm pretty sure it's a sign.
But none the less i'm being dragged to the station, finally get my train, and burst into tears on the phone to my friend.
Amongst all this i dont think i'd actually had time to wake up, so i'm pretty much a state.
but i bought a ticket, £26 it cost with a railcard. and they didn't even ask for it.
the fuckers.
I've always had a hatred for firstgreatwestern.
but this takes the piss.
So i get to oldfield park, and then decide that i'm perfectly capable of walking the distance to my halls. (as it's only about a 10min walk, i'd feel an idiot ringing for a taxi, and because i don't have their number, i really have no choice in the matter) but forgetting i have a suitcase that weighs more than me, and a hamster and a hold-all.
least to say i worked up a bit of a sweat when i finally got there.
and of course i have no keycard to get in.
its not even 1pm yet!
Luckily the love of my life Rodders the security guard to make me feel better,
nope within one minute of being there i'm being ripped, and getting called a pain in the ass.
normally i'd have a bit of banter back, but at this point i just want a cup of tea.
looks like i have to pay £20 for a new keycard, joy of joys, but i'm in, home sweet home.
My bedroom lightbulb has busted.
and i've got no milk to make my tea
.
making tea, without milk, in the dark, was probably the lowest point of my day so far. but now i have the lovely task of going to do some food shopping in the rain.
LUVIN LYF 2011.
what a joke.
I hope you fuckers all had a lovely day
Ciao.
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