Wednesday, January 26, 2011

One of those days...

Did you ever just have one of those days? Yeah, you know the days I'm talking about. The days when all you want to do is just sit down and have a beer, or get lost in a movie featuring John Cusack holding up a radio. (Okay, maybe that last part is just me) But anyway.

Today, is one of those days. My morning started with me waking up with no covers on. I woke up not from my alarm, but because I was freezing my bejesus off. So I grabbed the covers and realized that the covers themselves were freezing, so what did it matter anyway.

Procrastinating on getting out of bed, I hoped for one thing, and one thing only. "Please let it be -3 degrees out." Yes, I'm serious. Well, to my dismay, weatherchannel.com told me it was 30 degrees and snowing. So did the next three weather sources I checked, which is the beauty of the internet. If you don't believe one source you have five more right at your finger tips. I checked Twitter anyways (my professor tweets if class is canceled, which it wasn't, because it wasn't below zero.) Whatev.

So I finally got out of bed, and what do you know but... no heat in my apartment!! (I guess there's an upside to it not being -3 degrees out.) I froze my bejesus off for another half hour and made the dreaded walk across campus.

The rest of the day's events were pretty normal until about 1:45. I went to cash in coins at PNC for THON. I put my coins in and half of them processed, but then there was this awful crunching noise that I'm almost positive the machine wasn't supposed to make. Being Monica, I panicked and kinda just hit it, which solved nothing. The guy sitting next to the machine just kinda of looked at me. I looked back and said, "Ummm, I don't know if it's supposed to be making that sound!" He kind of just looked at me. Whatev. The coins finished counting themselves anyway so who cares.

I got to the cashier or teller or whatever you are supposed to call bank people and set my nice skinny caramel machiatto down on the desk (mmm, my new favorite drink). The teller says, "That smells good." Trying to be nice I said, "Aw, I should have brought you one!" She said, "Um, no, you shouldn't. I'm old and caffeine effects my body in different ways." Ohhhh, okay. On that note...

Let me pause to say, I forgot my cellphone. Damn.

Get to class, sit down for nice reading of the CDT, still enjoying my half-full machiatto (notice how I still am referring to it as half-full). Well not for long. In comes the annoying couple. I'm calling them the annoying couple because that's what they are. Who schedules classes with their hubbies anyway? Back to the point. The XY-chromosome-bearing individual carelessly walks by my desk, knocking over my beautiful skinny caramel macchiato. Ugh. He proceeded to clean it by throwing a newspaper over it. No he did not offer me 4 dollars to compensate. Whatev.

Here we are. Let's just pray I make it til tomorrow.