Why Today Fucking Sucked
Today, I had dreams and ambitions of writing a detailed review of the horrors of Arby, but due to about 37 hours of bullshit, I did not have the pleasure of being able to entertain you. While the events may not seem like much to you, imagine reading them one letter per minute while zoning out occasionally. That should do it.
So anyways, I've been getting this rash on my right eye for a few months, and my mom finally decides to bring me to a skin doctor. So I have to go through all of the trouble of remembering to not get on my bus and walking to my mother's workplace across the street. Already, too much doing. Not good. So we drive down to this building which serves for optometry and skincare, apparantly. We go sit down, and wait for about fifty minutes while frank sinatra songs played endlessly. "When I was seventeen..." Wow.
We get in to the doctor's office, he looks at my face and gives me a bag of medicine. I wasn't particularly impressed with his diagnosis, "It might be a different soap you're using." Ha, as if I use soap. He also gave me two perscriptions for medicine shit to get in other places, like a skincare center can't carry any skincare products besides basic soap. My mother and I were sent on our way out to pharmaceuticals in search of the products, by which time I was already bored to shit. We went to CVS first, and my mom let me get some KFC, whose motto is "If you can't tell the difference, why should we?" Oh wait, sorry, it's "We do chicken". Anyways, it tasted shitty and I got crumbs on my shirt and grease on my nose and it sucked. And I still had to wait an hour for CVS to say they were out of one of the things. Yay.
We traveled twenty feet down the road to a Brooks Pharmacy, and they, too were out of this miracle potion that everyone seems to need. Fortunately, it only took them 30 minutes to come to this conclusion.
My mom decided to make one last search for the creamy solution at a McQuades, while I sat in the car, fuming that everything on the radio was complete shit. I swear to God, only two songs in 4 hours were worth listening to. There was a Jethro Tull song, and a Doors song, but everything else was total bullshit. I hated today. And as I was hating today in the car, this lady drives by, with her back door not fully shut. I thought to myself, "Nice job, dipshit." I can't remember a time when I've been so mad at people being such fucking idiots. But we got the medicine...
We got home, and my mom forces me to wash my face with the new products, one was this junk you have to put on a Q-tip and rub under and over your eyes. Well, I slept for a little while, and the stuff ran into my eyes, and they still hurt now. But I got up and played Metroid for an hour, and was pissed because I couldn't find any refills for my ultra morph ball bomb. And I think I accidentally missed scanning this one boss, in which case I'll need to start the game over from scratch (I'm on hard mode right now). Wait, why am I talking about Metroid? But anyways it's 11:00 right now and I forget the other stuff that made me mad, but it wasn't much more. Don't overestimate my tolerence.
4/6/03 - This has been Kal, hating today.
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