So these last two weeks have ruled. They’ve been amazing. I don’t know how life could get better.
Oh wait…reverse that. The last two weeks have SUCKED BALLS. Literally (not literally), the worst two weeks in memory. Everything that can go wrong has. It’s been a waterfall of awful (first-world) shit just raining down upon me, threatening to drown me in its shittiness.
Let me elaborate: two weeks ago: drove 40 miles to geneva, only to forget my costco gift card (which allows me to get groceries that they just don’t carry in dekalb), then I did really bad on some homework, then I fucked up my knee when I slipped on ice, then I fell down the stairs and got a big ‘ole bruise, then other shitty stuff, then I had the largest blemish of my life appear on my face, right in my dimple, so it hurt like hell whenever I smiled, then my wallet was stolen out of my gym locker (apex of the shitfest that has become my life), then I got a C on a memo assignment (my prof doesn’t do grade inflation; apparently my report “had everything requested, but didn’t dazzle”. fuck that) and then…
This afternoon I came back from class in the middle of the day to shower for my meeting later on today. No one was home so I didn’t lock the door (I almost never lock bathroom doors, I have my own 1/2 bath here, so I really only ever use the shared bathrooms to shower, and people know not to come in). Then I had the brilliant idea to open the window, b/c it was gorgeous out and I thought it’d help the fan.
Well apparently, when you have an unlocked door and an open window the cross winds can sometimes BLOW THE FUCKING DOOR OPEN SO THAT YOUR MALE ROOMMATE CAN SEE YOUR REFLECTION IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR ON HIS WAY TO HIS ROOM AND YOU HAVE SOAP IN YOUR EYES SO YOU DON’T NOTICE THE DOOR IS OPEN FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES AND WHEN YOU DO IT’S TOO LATE. HE’S SEEN EVERYTHING.
I’ve been away at class all day and just ran into my roommate for the first time since…the incident. And oh my dear god the next 8 weeks cannot pass by fast enough.