Holy Crap
Today was just crap- period. I woke up around 6 this morning to the sound of my dad coughing and retching and throwing up his lungs. Gross. Anyway, I showered, got dressed, and had the usual war with my contact lenses. It's such a hassle, being blind as a bat. Those evil bastards never willingly latch onto my eyeballs. Its a daily battle. I gave up after a few tries and just left them in there, grainy and itchy and annoying the hell out of me. Yes, they made me so damned grumpy. No matter how many times I washed them out with that useless saline thingy-me-bob they still burned. Oh and the never-ending, constant morning quests for the search of the Holy-Grail.. my glasses, that is. My eyes just keep disintegrating. How quaint.
Thought I'd make myself feel better, so I grabbed something to chow on and headed down to Shwaikh with mommy. You have to understand, I can't handle situations like that. I needed backup.
After butting in infront of the entire queue (my mom feels shes entitled to VIP treatment) and waiting for about half an hour, her gracious highness Mona Al-Zamel felt it was time to stoop down to our level and generously allowed us to waste a few seconds of her very precious time. As expected, she told us to head on upstairs because she didn't have a clue what we were blabbering about. They kept tossing our asses like that all morning. I was so damn peaved, I had a fight with mom in the car about her bag. Why does she always have to carry such a fat-ass bag anyway? And why does she always have to put it on my lap? The passenger seat was made for fricking passengers, not stupid bags. Why couldn't she just put it on the arms rest?! We went on bickering like that during the entire drive back home. Effff, she really gets on my nerves.
So she dropped me off, and I got into my car (which I call the Night Rider- sue me LOL) and went to Kaifan to do the whole by-force registration bullshit. There was a crowd gathered there like a herd of sheep. I heard they were waiting for someone to fix the God-forsaken Oracle system since around 7 this morning, and by the time I arrived, which was 11, the system was still kaput. I waited and waited, and waited some more. It was pointless. I decided to ask Dr. Jamal Al-Jenaie and see if he could help me out. Big mistake! That man's got serious issues, as well as a serious attitude problem. He's so wound up I swear he could poop diamonds and he wouldn't flinch. He even made a spectacle of himself when he decided to have an argument with a poor girl, and right infront of her mother! Well her mom didn't say a word, so I guess it serves them right. Don't ask why lol, I just think if people can't stand up for themselves then they deserve what they get. But it was a really loud, fists-flailing, mouths gaping kinda argument. It was hysterical. Poor thing..
Yeah anyway, so they finally decided to take pity on our poor souls and let us register. Whatever. They were just trying to make a good impression because the dean showed up at the registration hall. That was around 12:30. But of course, as soon as the man left, they kicked us out again and said to come back tomorrow. Talk about suck-up butt kissers! And I still haven't done anything about my fucking schedule!! It was 2 and the ordeal wasn't near over. I have to go back there tomorrow and start all over again.
Shoot me, please!
Thought I'd make myself feel better, so I grabbed something to chow on and headed down to Shwaikh with mommy. You have to understand, I can't handle situations like that. I needed backup.
After butting in infront of the entire queue (my mom feels shes entitled to VIP treatment) and waiting for about half an hour, her gracious highness Mona Al-Zamel felt it was time to stoop down to our level and generously allowed us to waste a few seconds of her very precious time. As expected, she told us to head on upstairs because she didn't have a clue what we were blabbering about. They kept tossing our asses like that all morning. I was so damn peaved, I had a fight with mom in the car about her bag. Why does she always have to carry such a fat-ass bag anyway? And why does she always have to put it on my lap? The passenger seat was made for fricking passengers, not stupid bags. Why couldn't she just put it on the arms rest?! We went on bickering like that during the entire drive back home. Effff, she really gets on my nerves.
So she dropped me off, and I got into my car (which I call the Night Rider- sue me LOL) and went to Kaifan to do the whole by-force registration bullshit. There was a crowd gathered there like a herd of sheep. I heard they were waiting for someone to fix the God-forsaken Oracle system since around 7 this morning, and by the time I arrived, which was 11, the system was still kaput. I waited and waited, and waited some more. It was pointless. I decided to ask Dr. Jamal Al-Jenaie and see if he could help me out. Big mistake! That man's got serious issues, as well as a serious attitude problem. He's so wound up I swear he could poop diamonds and he wouldn't flinch. He even made a spectacle of himself when he decided to have an argument with a poor girl, and right infront of her mother! Well her mom didn't say a word, so I guess it serves them right. Don't ask why lol, I just think if people can't stand up for themselves then they deserve what they get. But it was a really loud, fists-flailing, mouths gaping kinda argument. It was hysterical. Poor thing..
Yeah anyway, so they finally decided to take pity on our poor souls and let us register. Whatever. They were just trying to make a good impression because the dean showed up at the registration hall. That was around 12:30. But of course, as soon as the man left, they kicked us out again and said to come back tomorrow. Talk about suck-up butt kissers! And I still haven't done anything about my fucking schedule!! It was 2 and the ordeal wasn't near over. I have to go back there tomorrow and start all over again.
Shoot me, please!
posted by Extinct Dodo at 2:54 PM
2 Comments:
Hehe ,I didn't have to go through that crap , my schedule was given to me without a headache. :P
P.s I waited for you the other day and you never showed up. `;)
anonymous.. never showed up? lol isnt that so typical of me.. and the schedule thing.. lol that heart attack's gonna find its way to you soon enough. dont push your luck
zinzinq8 welcome to my humble abode (in my best Dracula accent) hehehhehhe.. thanks for your concern sis :D i guess i should've gotten accustomed to the way things work in KU by now, but sadly i still cant cope with the stress of it all. im just glad i'll be done soon. sooo looking forward to being freed from THAT concentration camp.
my dad's had this ritual for as long as i can remember. i dont worry about his health anymore as much as he annoys me with the noise he makes when he hacks those lungs out. he doesnt seem to want to quit smoking, so he should deal with the consequences LOL.
damn i sound so heartless
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