Eventful

So this morning I woke up quite early, by normal standards. I woke up around an hour and a half before my lecture at 9 am. So well, I take a quick shower and I still have about an hour and ten minutes to kill before I leave. So I start to do something (I'm still not sure what it was that I did that killed so much time) and the next time I see the clock it's twenty to nine. Ohh, not good, especially when I haven't had breakfast. So I make myself what should've been a quick breakfast (but, of course, wasn't because I was in a hurry) consisting of a sandwich of bacon and sausage. When I finish shoving it down my throat not only do I have a stomach ache, but it's 9:00 am.

Crap, so I gather my stuff (which I had organised while the food was in the making) and skip to my lecture (lol, okay, I sped-walked) and after a tiring 9 minutes, I get there. I don't know why it took me so long, actually, because I've made it in 5 minutes before... I guess it was my stomach aching that slowed me down. Anyway, when I go in the lecture theatre, I expect the class to be well underway, but instead there's no professor. Hmm... interesting. I ask some of my classmates what's going on, and they tell me that he's late. How convenient, eh? So he is late, indeed, and arrives 4 minutes later. So I pretty much rushed for nothing, because had I taken my time (eaten the sandwich a bit slower and walked a bit slower (if that was possible)) then I would've gotten there around the same time as the professor... and he had to set up his stuff, so I would've had well enough time. Oh, why me?

Later on I had my programming lecture. Have I mentioned that I feel suicidal during that lecture? Seriously, I feel like slitting my wrist with the coursenotes. I'm serious... anyway, she was explaining some different stuff (yeah, I wasn't paying much attention... but then, doesn't really matter because you know she's just going to explain it again later on... she gets a kick out of over-explaining things, it seems) and all of a sudden she comes to a small thing on the Java environment. It's this gray cylinder-like thing that's on the main window. When a program is running, it changes colour to red a white, and, according to her, it "vibrates." I'll be damned if it was, how would she know that? So she goes on to explain why it does so (which we, of course, know already, but well...) and she keeps on telling us it "vibrates." I'm quite confused at that time, not to mention disturbed, but then it hits me: ah, she means it "rotates"... that's much better. So, in conclusion, se tiro una Dutch.

I actually had a lot to do today. It is perhaps my busiest of days, probably tied with Monday (yeah, Monday and Fridays are full days and in the midweek I have almost no lectures), and I have to go to lectures, make up answers for my business seminar, and write an essay for a computing course... due that day. Yes, I know, I know... I've known for 7 days but I left it until the last moment... but I wasn't sure what to do, so I just kept putting it off until I couldn't anymore. So well, I make up the answers (well, think about them) during the programming lecture (as usual, I now use that as my "free period"... sort of) so the only immediate thing for me to do is the essay. So well, the sensible thing to do would've been to go to the cluster room and write it right away, as I was less than a minute away from them. But I had to crap. And I didn't want to crap in a uni toilet. And I had to finish the essay. But, according to Maslow, I can't work unless my physiological needs are met, one of those being crapping. So I walked home, took a crap, and then returned to the cluster room. Seriously, that's what I did. Wasn't the best crap I've ever had, but at least I know I haven't contracted some weird disease... well, I might've, but at least I know who to blame. Finch, anyone?

So I do finish the essay on time, worst piece of writing I've ever done, and most boring as well. I submit it and I'm a free man for a while! So I got back to my flat and celebrate by making myself some food. After that I watch some telly and Ryan comes out so we just talk shite about people and watch telly... and then I notice this water gun (more like machine gun) that's lying in the floor. I decide to test it. In my best shot, I was able to hit the window of the other flat in front of us (that's about 12 yards away? I'm shite with measurements... but well, it was flat A, but since Richardson Road has a very odd design we are able to see through their window, and them ours... and we can also see through pretty much evey "odd" flat window). Cool stuff. I feel like wetting someone, but whom? Ah, then I hear Steve come out, so I rush to get the gun, open the window and fire. But by that time, he had gotten to far away and I only hit part of his shoe. Oh well. We watch the telly again. Then I hear him say something about the lines of "Jimmy's a fag!" so I rush again and try to hit him, but this time through the hall of the building. He was too fast, so I don't think I got much of him. Oh well.

After a while he appears on his window and gives me the finger, so I threaten to shoot him from there (I probably would've been able to hit him, but his window was closed...). He gives me the finger again and disappears. After a short while, there's a knock on our door, so I look outside and it's Steve, hiding to the left. So I get the gun, and open the door with a coñazo and shoot at him. But I feel this cold wave hit me on the side of my face. Very cold! The bitch had a glass of water, and he completely wetted me! I'm pretty much knocked out for the next three seconds while I realise what's happened, but then I start going after him. I hit him a couple of times, but I don't wet him nearly as much as he wet me. The bastard. So once he goes in his flat I give up. I'm wet and it's cold, so I better retreat before I get a cold.

I'm on my way to get changed, when I mis-step (yep, second time in two days) and hit my right ankle (that's the bad one) with the side of the rock-hard wooden chair. That shite hurt like hell. And it still does. So I blame Steve for that. I'll get him back when he least expects it... in a month's time, maybe. I'll keep you posted. Btw, that's a shite title, innit?