geometry sucks
Hello guys! Sorry about the previous post and liberal use of swears, but today is probably another devastating day I can mark in my diary. Can words ever explain what a almost brain-dead, complete imbecile I am? Why am I even asking this, when I am?!!
Okay. So. Today.
I
lost
my
trombone.
Yes. I lost a massive 5-kilo (about 10 pounds for you Americanoes/Americanos/people who enjoy the imperial system!), metre long instrument on the bloody bus, simply because I was rushing for a photo with the newspaper committee. Okay, what I don’t get is how:
a. I forgot that I didn’t have my trombone.
b. I didn’t fetch it from the basket thing near the front of the bus.
I AM SO STUPID. FML. FML. FML. I really needed practise and go to my lesson today/rest of the week. Okay, I’ll just wallow in shame over here. FARK. I’m just a mega-dumbass. I’ve already called the bus depot (they close at 4!!!!!! GROWL! I ONLY REALISED I LOST IT AT 4:20!!!!!!) and I’ve left a voicemail and I’m just PRAYING that it gets back to me, because I don’t really like digging my own grave. Just suck a DERP. Argh!!!
I’ve lost so much stuff this year including:
1 x Visual Arts diary. I was actually depressed for 2 days because I didn’t get it back and I had to start everything all over again. SO SAD. Now, I write my number everywhere.
2 x train passes…unacceptable
1 x bus pass….bloody hell
Countless bobby pins, not that I really care, because it’s just bobby pins, but you get the drift….
Arghhhhhhhhhhh! I COULD JUST SLAP MYSELF.
Also, today, two weird things happened. Okay, one was excessively creepy, the other was just disgusting (not in chronological order). In chronological order:
1. Claustrophobia on the train!
If you lived in Sydney and travel in peak hour, you would understand how packed the trains are. It is literally like being in a sardine can. So I was travelling home and some dude decides to freaking BREATHE on me. Okay, I don’t know, but this is really gross and he had B.O. I tried to turn away, to give him a message and like stop breathing on me, but you know it kept happening and started to irk my claustrophobia. Now I really hate small spaces.
2. Creepy people.
After the very ugh train ride, I waited for my bus and gave up, because it’s either late, early and rarely on time. This time, I was like, go walk home u lazy bugger, so I did. On my way home, some guy from across the rode just starts yelling at me and waving and then he crosses the road and begins talking to me like I knew him. I asked him 5 times, who are you? and he just asked me random questions (i.e. which direction are you going to?) and even said, don’t be scared. OKAY WHAT THE ! and I finally said, I DON’T KNOW YOU! (and fuck off!…but in my head) GOSH THAT WAS SO SCARY. I’m never ever walking that way home ever again.
And my title is about how frustrating geometry is…yepp, guess who’s doing in maths right now…FML
