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A Real-Time Saga:
"The Official Ultimate Week of Suck"
(Part 1)

Once upon a time there was this week. This week sucked. This week sucked more than any week ever before. Of course, this was incidentally one of many likewise sucky weeks . . . I just paid more attention this week . . . . .


Monday:

Spent the super-lengthy bus ride to school trying to sleep though that failed - "the stuff" on my mind all of the last while. Frankly, it feels like "the stuff" isn't going to be leaving my head any time soon . . .

By the time I got to school, it was already 8:58. It was the latest I had ever gotten to school ever - well, for this school, at least. For the first time ever, my Psyc. Prof. was already lecturing before I was sitting. Essentially this was what clued me in on the rest of the day. I sat down and the first thing I said to my two friends on either side of me (who were nice enough to save me a seat) was that "I can see this week going to hell already." I had no idea how right I was.

At lunch time, a group of people from my last huge lecture and I go to get some food. While standing in the line, we found the soup of the day to be . . . "Italian style wedding". What the hell is Italian style wedding? In all my years, I have NEVER heard of a wedding that one eats with a spoon. Go fig, I bought it because it was cheap and hot. I then came to realise that despite their giving them to me, this soup was not meant to be eaten with crackers - it was green, for one thing. It was all about spinach bits, lentils, and a few meatballs here and there. Really, that soup wasn't all that good; incidentally, this is also why I was especially mad when I burned my tongue on it. I was going to have to spend the next few days with a pained tongue because of soup that wasn't even that good!

After another super-boring lecture at three, I finally got to go home. After another long bus and train ride of thinking about "the stuff", I got home. I then spent the rest of the entire night working on the Hobbes essay due the next day. My entire evening was shot right then and there. By the time it was about one in the morning, I gave up and went to sleep - I had three out of five crappy pages of essay done. Despite being in my bed, though, I still couldn't sleep. I was too busy thinking about how I was going to fail my essay . . . oh yeah, and of course "the stuff" was in there too . . .

Tuesday:

Woke up around 9:30, being thankful that I had no classes today. I nuked some leftovers and went downstairs to get back to work on that damn Hobbes essay. I was basically saving after every sentence, and performing a word count after every other sentence, praying that those 1500 words would show up soon. I eventually had to resort to "Sparknotes" to help me along at my snail-pace. Around noon I stopped to get more food and watch cartoons - my brain was hurting a lot.

I'd just like to take a quick moment to declare how much I disdain Hobbes. I mean, he's a good guy and all, and he did come up with some neat ideas, but well . . . if could have just not been so "interesting" to some people, we wouldn't have to write about him now, damnit! Of course, being me, I just HAD to pick the hardest essay topic too - I had to argue how despite Hobbes' approach to pure reason and logic, his book is very much a myth. I mean, I was able to do it, but not before my brain shut down. I finished that damn thing sometime after Corran had already gotten home from school. It was already pretty late, so I figured e-mailing it out to all the people in my group would be pointless - thought I bet my Prof.'s gonna crucify me for it . . .

Later, I tried to relax and killed some time playing some new game. I got to play for about ten minutes before I was called back up to drive the brother to work. After I got back I had time to play for another ten or fifteen minutes before my mother called me up to drive her to the pool so she could work out (she couldn't drive herself or else Corran wouldn't have a ride back from work). The rest of the night entailed me driving people back home. Like the title said, this sucked.

Wednesday:

Just to kick Wednesday off, I'd like to say that I had run out of "good" underwear by today. The nice cotton ones with the bit of stretch in them were all used up, and all I had left were these really brutal ones with no give, an irritating tag, and a stitch along the underside that just BEGGED for a chance to creep up . . . . . you get the idea.

Upon getting to the train station, I found a HUGE crowd of people! I mean, it was the worst I had EVER seen a station become! They actually poured into the stairway (where I had to wait). A voice came on the speakers in the station, saying that there was a power shortage which caused the trains to die (I'm paraphrasing, of course). Through hearing people muttering I understood that the crowd was ten minutes strong and counting. At some point a train did come through us and stopped - doors didn't open, though. Yeah, that train kept going through (which had to suck for the people who had to get off). Finally, around 7:55 or so, trains started working again, and I got on the second one to come through (which was packed with people from the station before).

By the time I got to the bus stop downtown, I thought I knew for sure that I was going to be late for Psyc.. I mean honestly, this is the first week this has ever happened before and it's happened TWICE in a row??? Well, after getting on one of the normal busses diverted to B-line duty for the power outage, I found an old friend from the high school who I talked to on the bus (while sitting, thank God). It was nice to know that she agreed that this week was indeed the Ultimate Week of Suck. Incidentally, when she told me that her week was going to suck for assignments and such and made me realise that this suckiness was in fact a universal thing, that's when I declared the week the OFFICIAL Ultimate Week of Suck.

Eventually the discussion went to the past, like it always does. It was funny, because just as she mentioned whom I still saw at school from the old one, I looked down the line of people standing in the middle of the bus and saw Corin! When I brought this up in my conversation, she looked up and responded, "the chick in the black coat?" So yeah, after about a minute of staring, I finally received eye-contact and she slowly made her way to the back of the bus as best she could (which took about twenty minutes worth of people filing on and off the bus). It was nice to see her, naturally, and it was great to have another person to talk to . . . but I couldn't help but feel a tinge of awkwardness about the whole ordeal ("the stuff"), which was a real shame. But yeah, bus gets to school, we get off bus, we all instantly head in different directions - I hauled ass to Psyc.

After Psyc. I headed down to the copying place in the school to run off some facsimiles of my horrible, horrible Hobbes essay. A few hours later I read my horrible, horrible Hobbes essay to my group of a couple of students and the big bad Prof. - actually, he's not that bad (in fact he's a rather nice guy), but I was scared about this essay, remember? Finally, that whole ordeal was over and I got to relax a little while longer before I had to go support an interclass debate about whether Ancient Athens was an enlightened society. Up until then, everyone I spoke to agreed that this week did indeed suck.

Oh, and for the record, we shall never speak of Hobbes ever again.

Well, I'll admit it, the debate wasn't that bad - mostly because I really didn't have that much of a role in it. Really I was just there to support morale (I was extending my chi to assist my classmates). Finally, I got to go home to rest after another day of crap. Oh, just for more support to the "officialness" of this week, a total stranger I overheard on the bus was telling some other person about how his past week has been the "worst of his life". I mean, if he's saying it too . . . . .

After watching a little TV and stuff, I pulled out the books and went down to the computer - I had to write ANOTHER essay for ANOTHER class!

Thursday:

Woke up earlier than usual today. Generally on Thursdays I'll go to school despite no classes for this creative writing thing some people organised. I suppose it's . . . . . okay . . . . . for an unofficial school club, I mean. But yeah, I didn't get to go today because I had to work on that damn essay. Breakfast consisted of old buns and a glass of milk. Rest of the day was spent trying to explain what aspect of human nature "Oedipus the King" conveyed. Oh yeah, I spent most of the morning reading the play as well . . . go fig.

At about one thirty I took a break to make some instant noodles for lunch and watch some animated Jackie Chan on TV (I'd like to take some time to declare that "Jackie Chan Adventures" is the greatest cartoon in a long time!). About halfway through the mother called to check on me to see if I needed anything. Upon learning that I was watching TV and not doing my essay I was instantly chastised by her. I went back to the essay . . . . .

Due to current computer difficulties, I was messing around with speaker balances after every mp3. For some reason every time a file is opened the speaker balance goes all the way to the right - same thing happens with tracks on a CD! So yeah, while working on the damn Oedipus (who I really don't care about anymore) essay, I was fighting a messed-up computer. At this point I had to wonder where the hell our new computer was. I know we have it in the works, and it could hypothetically be done by now . . . it's just not . . . ready yet . . . argh!

After another break (a little past the halfway point in the essay), I'm called up for dinner (I guess the break was longer than I realised). After quickly eating, I went back downstairs to work - I was then called back up to drive the brother to work . . .

While in the car, that damn "Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm came on. Most days I would change it, because I really hate getting that song in my head (and no, I really don't give a damn if Annie's okay or not . . .). Of course, Corran likes the song (only God knows why) so I was stuck. Of course, the song ended right after Corran got out of the car. But yeah, just for future reference, I hate that song.

Well past dawn, I was down to a terribly terrible conclusion to a terribly terrible essay. I was at least glad that I wouldn't have to read it to anyone . . . I quickly did my online things, checked my "checkables", quickly chatted to Sam on ICQ for a little while about "the stuff". She wasn't really able to tell me anything new on the subject, naturally, so I opted for sleep, telling myself that I had school tomorrow.

And so the week continues . . . . .