So I kicked it with my home girl for a while, which was fun. That all was shits and giggles. I enjoyed it. Only bad part was I enjoyed it too much and didn't get home till about 1:30 all the while under the assumption that I was working today. Well turns out I'm not working today. I was up on time and ready to go and the dude never showed up to get me. I called his house at like 7:40 since he's suppose to be here by 7:30 and no answer. So I waited, and still... no one showed. And there was much rejoicing. Actually not really. I'm going to have like no money come this weekend. And that would suck, in a big way.
Then 8:30 rolled around and it was decided upon that I would have to go down to the Department of Health and get these 3 immunization shots that I'm missing for school. Technically it's more like two, but I need a piece of paper from a doctor saying that I had Chicken Pox.... so there's that. Anyway, I get to god awful Department of Health at like... 9:30... 9:45 at the most and talked to the lady through the glass on the little phone thingy. I don't even wanna know how many sick ass people have coughed and choked all over that thing. I didn't put it up to my head. She kind of gave me this weird look for doing that. One of those "Who the fuck do you think you are?".... one of those looks, you know? I do think highly of myself at times, but I just have this thing about not wanting to get sick and shit, fucking sue me. Perhaps that had something to do with what happened next.
I sat in this tiny ass waiting room with a shit load of people and their fucking crying ass whiny kids for the next 3 and a half fucking hours! No magazines at all. I'm normally kind of picky when it comes to waiting room reading material, but I'll take shitty magazines over nothing at all any fucking day. It was hell. How shit goes so slow there, well I'll never know. That's just one of the universe's mysteries. Like... what happens when you die? Or... why are midgets? That's right... that's not a typo. That's the question. Why are midgets? I digress though. When I finally was called back it was fairly quick for the most part. Only problem is I didn't get called back until about 1:45. So I got a shot for Hepatitis A & B, as well as a new Tetanus shot since apparently my old one was... well old. My arm is sore from that fucking tetanus shot. Nurse said that it would be but I doubted her for the most part. My arm feels like I'm in the 6th grade again and me and my buddies would stand around and just punch the shit out of each other in the arm. Just to see who could do it the hardest. My arm would be sore for days. All black and blue and shit. Ahhh... Good times. Good times.
So after I finally made my way out of Dante's Inferno, I had to jet across town to Macon State and turn in that piece of paper saying I had the shots and set up another meeting with an Advisor. And all was well. That part of my day actually went kind of seamlessly. Then I came home. Oh yeah, I neglected to mention earlier that when I awoke this morning, I awoke to a smelly smell. My cat had done.... some.. thing... somewhere, in my room. And it was smelly. So when I got home I had a nice rousing game of what I like to call "Find the Smell". Not exactly a fun game, and no one ever wins. Ever. But it's a game none the less and my room smelled like straight ass and piss so I had to "Find the Smell" and find it fast.
Time was of the essence. When you're dealing with a smelly situation you gotta find the source and you gotta neutralize it and do that shit fast. You don't want to let that shit start to ferment. So using my highly heightened, almost superhuman, sense of smell; I was able to track down the odor. It was coming from my closet. I searched and found that my bastard cat had not only shit on my fucking favorite pair of jeans, but sprayed my black and white Kung-Fu suit. You know... one of those things Bruce Lee use to wear? I forget the name... actually I think the label just said Kung Fu suit... but whatever. So yeah... all that good shit had to go. I loved those jeans too. I can't stress that enough. They were perfect. Not too loose, but not too tight. They were my "ass" jeans. My Calvin's. Yet alas, they are no more. So after that hard goodbye, I got the smelliness out. Now my room smells like a fresh Pine Forest and some hippy incense. It's nice.
So yeah... shitty morning, just crappy afternoon, let's see how the night goes...
posted by Jerr @ 4:01 PM
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