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| When Life Gives You Hell; Ugh | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 18 2009, 12:24 PM (264 Views) | |
| Zeth | Dec 18 2009, 12:24 PM Post #1 |
 
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So yeah, it's official, this past week has been the longest, worst string of consecutive bad days in my life. So to help cheer me up, we're all going to talk about our worst days. As for my week: Monday - New computer could boot. Unfortunately, it crashes randomly and I have no time to fix it because the teachers pile on the homework before break (2 week Christmas Break starts after today). Worked nonstop on English Homework, Calculus, and European History Homework. Tuesday - I work from 15:45 to 2:15 the next day nonstop aside from a fifteen minute dinner and a restroom break trying to finish the massive English Project. Too bad I go to print it before school to find a catastrophic harddisk failure and lose days of work on the day it's due. Wednesday - Am forced to ask for an extension huge English project, the teacher is not pleased. That morning also, I have hot coffee spilled all over my crotch. Yeah, it was HOT, and then later it was COLD, and the entire day I have the most embarrassing stain. Assigned Calculus Common Assessment review, HARD. Thursday - Have to work on Calculus, as well as prepare a discourse to deliver 20 minutes later to a hall full of people. Performed miserably. Friday - Yet to take Calculus common assessment, sure to fail. |
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| Experiment 1337 | Dec 18 2009, 05:09 PM Post #2 |
Can't see an invisible ninja.
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Worst day of my life: Between 5th and 6th period: Sebby hides my lunchbox. During after-school play practice: I search for lunchbox. After after-school play practice: I search some more. After after-after-school play practice search: I have to go home without him. I was seriously ready to pull a Brandon Hartman and punch Sebby in the face and break his jaw. It sucked major. |
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Releasing control art restriction systems 3… 2… 1. Approval of Situation A recognized. Commencing the Cromwell Invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent. I have no name, only a bar code. The pen is indeed mightier than the sword...when launched out of a rail gun. By day, test subject. By night, ninja. Nightcrawler is the original BAMF. I'm just a fig newton of your imagination. Blink and you're dead. | |
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| Zeth | Dec 18 2009, 07:16 PM Post #3 |
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That was the worst day of your life? You've got one great life. |
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| Experiment 1337 | Dec 18 2009, 07:29 PM Post #4 |
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Can't see an invisible ninja.
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I've probably had worse days, but can't think of them. And hey, that was a seriously traumatic experience for me. Like, not even joking. I was going ballistic. |
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Releasing control art restriction systems 3… 2… 1. Approval of Situation A recognized. Commencing the Cromwell Invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent. I have no name, only a bar code. The pen is indeed mightier than the sword...when launched out of a rail gun. By day, test subject. By night, ninja. Nightcrawler is the original BAMF. I'm just a fig newton of your imagination. Blink and you're dead. | |
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| Teenage Mage | Dec 18 2009, 08:50 PM Post #5 |
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Personally, I think that if you've started to refer to your lunchbox as 'him', it might be a good thing for you to be separated from it for a while. Anyway....*flips through journal*....let's see....worst days of 2009.... January 9th: Driving to Bowling Green to buy new clothes for once, Mom's car breaks down on the highway. It persists in being broken until March 24 (not helped by Dad dropping the engine on the windshield). Until then, we have to alternate between driving Dad's car, on the rare occasion it is not at work with him, and driving the old Volvo, a car that I firmly believe stays intact through nothing more than sheer will and prayer on the part of the driver and passengers. At least once, we have to drive along with the windows open and no heater on, in January, to avoid asphyxiating on the smell of gasoline. Needless to say, we did not get the clothes. January 10th: One of my best friends visits the house in the morning to request the assistance of my father, a mental-health therapist, because his girlfriend, my other best friend, isn't able to recognize him and recently had to get bailed out of jail after stealing a $10 pregnancy test from a Rite Aid. Said friend then spends ten days in a mental hospital. January 10th-January 20th: Worst ten days of my life. January 14th: My grandfather's truck breaks down, further limiting our methods of transportation. January 17th: Just as I am beginning to have some fun at a rehearsal of Little Shop of Horrors, I have to leave just so I can sit in a cramped truck for four hours because my brother is being driven to my uncle's to go to the Inauguration with him. I am not allowed to accompany them. January 19th: My brother calls home from Washington and I hang up on him after he teases me for five minutes and appears to have nothing useful to say. When I forget to inform my parents that he called, they both scream at me that if I ever do that again all hell will reign down upon me. Later, I endure a miserable rehearsal at the theater during which the director makes me look like an idiot in front of the entire cast. Then my mom shouts at me for being rude to said director. January 21st: I had recently been making friends with a wonderful older woman who hosted dinners and art classes with my small group of friends, until this day when I am informed that she died of a heart attack at the Inauguration the day before. January 23rd: Attempting to simply purchase one new pair of pants at Kohl's nearly triggers a nervous breakdown, which my brother thinks is funny. January 25th: Another rehearsal, during which I have to stand and wave my arms up and down for two hours, which accomplishes nothing. February 14th: During a Valentine's Day rehearsal, which I spend annoyed at all the people who have candy and chocolate and aren't giving me any, my somewhat-recovered friend tells me that she is pretty sure she's going to get fired from her job at the theater for the Rite Aid incident. February 19th: The puppets for LSoH arrive and the director considers kicking me out of the play because I cannot operate them perfectly on the first try. February 22nd: The director snarls at me and threatens to kick me out again because although the actors who have had three months to practice are getting away with dropping lines and cues all over the place, I cannot make the puppets run perfectly with almost no prior practice and no help or instructions on how they will be integrated into the play. March 1st: My birthday. My presents amount to three books. My friends arrive, but Em spends most of the party staring zombie-like ahead of her and not saying much of anything. March 19th: The events of this evening are best described with the term BLOODY INCOMPETENT STAGE CREW. Sometime in early April: I've got mono again. April 3rd: My hopes had been pinned on winning a short story contest for teens, but today they are dashed dreadfully. I am highly disappointed. May 26th: A friend of mine from elementary school died in a car crash. I hadn't seen him in three years and I never will again. July 6th: The family cat who has been with us almost as long as I have has disappeared. My parents fear the worst. July 9th: The cat has still not appeared. My dad yells at my brother and me for more or less nothing, and my mom starts crying in the middle of dinner. (Thankfully, she did come back eventually.) Well, that's the first half of the year, anyway. |
 He said, "I left my home, where the dead never rose, For the streets of gold I've yet to find. And at the end of the day, all you can do is pray, Without hope, well, you might as well be blind, Yeah, be blind." Tomorrow comes a day too soon....tomorrow comes a day too soon. | |
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| dinowoman | Dec 19 2009, 10:27 AM Post #6 |
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I rarely remember really bad days for too long after the event, unless they have a significant effect on the rest of my life. But this week has certainly not been a good one for me. I'd been fighting flu for about 2 weeks, but managing to keep it at bay with assorted medication. Then a hacking cough added itself to the symptoms, which was less resistant to treatment, and was keeping me awake for several hours each night, leaving me very tired. I was reluctant to take time off work because the lead-up to Christmas is a very busy time for the playgroup and they'd have to find cover for me. I was also due for my 12th grade kung fu grading, which consists of 2 evening sessions and all day Saturday. I was really keen to get it out of the way because it's the last one I will have to do, since I'm not aiming for the technician grades. Monday: Arrived at work feeling washed out and pleased that I currently finish at lunch time on Mondays, so I'd be able to go home and get some rest before the kung fu grading in the evening. Almost as soon as I walked in I was informed that another member of staff had phoned in sick with a stomach bug, and I was asked if I could cover her lunch-time session. I couldn't very well turn down the request. Half way through the morning I had a massive coughing fit, lasting about 20 mins., much to the consternation of the children I was reading to at the time. Managed to get through the grading in the evening, with the help of ibuprofen, Mucron, Benyllin and catarrh pastilles. But the Monday gradings are usually the gentlest. I still had major misgivings about Wednesday and Saturday. Tuesday: Woke up with a pounding headache. Decided to get up and have some breakfast, then take some ibuprofen. I figured it would subside soon enough after that. Managed half a spoonful of cereal and couldn't face any more. Took the ibuprofen anyway (it shouldn't be taken on an empty stomach) and stumbled back to bed. Got Mac to phone in sick for me, but to tell my boss I might be in later. The headache never went and was soon added to by inflamed sinuses, pressure in my ears, a temperature that left me alternating between sweating like a pig and feeling like there was an icy wind blowing across my skin every few minutes, and waves of dizziness that left me feeling slightly nauseous. Couldn't stand up straight and had to support myself on walls and door frames if I got up to go to the bathroom. Spent the whole day like that. Unable to eat all day. Wednesday: The headache had subsided a bit and the dizziness was gone, but the fever hadn't and I still couldn't stand up without feeling ill. Phoned in sick again, and had to miss the staff Christmas lunch and present-giving. Managed finally to get up at 3pm but it was abundantly clear that I wouldn't be able to do the grading so I had to phone my instructor and tell him I couldn't make it. He wasn't pleased, and asked me to try to make the Thursday one instead. Thursday: Mac had the day off and we were supposed to be going to visit the German Christmas market in Birmingham. Got up, had breakfast, felt desperately tired, and went back to bed. Mac went on his own. Got woken up half an hour later by the window cleaner. Still terribly tired and weak. Left a message with my kung fu instructor, saying there was no way I could do the grading and that I'd have to try again in February. This means I've wasted the £35 I paid for it. Also had to miss my final Japanese class of the term, and will have to try to find some way of getting my teacher's Christmas present to her. Friday: A much better day. Only one annoying thing: an online friend had recently shown me a photo of a parcel he had received, which had his address on it. I decided I'd surprise him and send him a card and a small Christmas present. After buying and writing the card, I discovered he'd deleted the photo, and I hadn't noted down his address. |
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| Millskelly1 | Dec 19 2009, 01:15 PM Post #7 |
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I usually have decent days, but two of my friends just seem to want to change that this month. One of them accused me of being "so liberal that I'm conservative" at lunch one day, saying that I force my views on people (No! I'm highly against that and I express my views with slight logic). She's a Republican saying that about a Green Democrat. I'm guessing the logic is that is named Waldo. She was just biased that day. She tried to say something about my opinion, and I sort of accidentally interrupt her which was a bad on my part, and then I let her speak....and she doesn't. It highly annoyed me. I asked another friend on Thursday night via text if she had seen Adam Lambert's music video for For Your Entertainment because it was pretty cool. She tells me that Adam Lambert is "bubblegum pop" because her dad said so and he said the same about Lady Gaga. NO! Neither of them are. I tell her that he has different styles of music on his album. She says that's lame. I tell her that it's not lame to switch styles once in a while because you'd get tired of the same thing *cough* Nickelback. She tells me that a lot of bands keep the same style. She lists MCR, Queen, Journey, AFI, Staind, Poison, and Elvis (note: all ROCK). I tell her it's fine to stay the same and fine to switch once in a while. Darius Rucker from Hootie and the Blowfish went country and won a CMA award for it too. Then she calls me a poser for liking all of these bands yet I only know their most popular stuff. WTF? There's a reason artists release singles because they're better. I tell her straight up that I am not obsessed with those bands, I haven't gotten around to listening to their other stuff because I'm not obsessed, and that I actually branch out to other genres. I tell her that she is like the other friend I was talking about and that she assumes too much of me. I also tell her that I don't need to know every effin' song, who they slept with, and their life story just to know that I like them. This girl is the "fanfic" type that likes to obsess over a few ROCK bands (while I listen to my wider range of music genres with many more bands/artists) and likes to SLASH about the lead singers or something. It's retarded. I like 311 and I don't even know the lead singer's name. Waldo has appeared (disappeared actually) in the form of logic again. |
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| Teenage Mage | Dec 20 2009, 03:13 PM Post #8 |
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So your absolute worst days are when annoying friends disagree with you? Wow, you've got it made. |
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He said, "I left my home, where the dead never rose, For the streets of gold I've yet to find. And at the end of the day, all you can do is pray, Without hope, well, you might as well be blind, Yeah, be blind." Tomorrow comes a day too soon....tomorrow comes a day too soon. | |
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| Millskelly1 | Dec 20 2009, 04:54 PM Post #9 |
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They didn't only disagree, they pretty much insulted me and it bothered me, so anyway, Brittany Murphy died. Cardiac arrest. Pretty shocking because she was 32 and I hadn't heard her in a while. It's sad. |
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| Cataphrak | Dec 20 2009, 09:44 PM Post #10 |
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So? I don't see me listing the days that Gary Gygax, Sir Arthur C. Clarke, Pierre Trudeau or Billy Mays died as "the worst days of my life". |
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| Millskelly1 | Dec 20 2009, 10:11 PM Post #11 |
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This thread is about when life gives us hell. Even though it was only shocking that she died, it's hell for her family. Just sayin'. |
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| Teenage Mage | Dec 21 2009, 05:00 PM Post #12 |
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It's a thread about when life gives us hell. If we were talking about days when life gives strangers we don't know hell, that would be every single day ever. |
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He said, "I left my home, where the dead never rose, For the streets of gold I've yet to find. And at the end of the day, all you can do is pray, Without hope, well, you might as well be blind, Yeah, be blind." Tomorrow comes a day too soon....tomorrow comes a day too soon. | |
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| Millskelly1 | Dec 21 2009, 05:27 PM Post #13 |
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Well she's a celebrity, so it's almost everywhere. So....yeah. Life is pretty decent......except the snow is melting. |
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| Another Random Geek | Dec 21 2009, 09:47 PM Post #14 |
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Been in rural America with my blind, bed-ridden dialysis-ridden grandmother, who's been begging my grandfather to pull the plug for years for the last few days. Meh. I got $250 in X-Mas money from various family members, It wasn't a complete loss. Happy days. |
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| Christian | Dec 23 2009, 06:35 PM Post #15 |
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Worst day of my life was when I totaled my parents car due to a huge deer in the road a little over a month ago... I was scared to drive for so long. But now I got a '98 Chevy S10. And to be honest, my parents weren't that pissed I destroyed their car, they were just so happy I was alive. |
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