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Too long, didn't read; the sleeping pill fails once again, and my sleeping schedule continues to be fucked up, only this time it's the fault of a giant spider.
Now I'm itchy, though. FuckingWindows '98 spiders and their fucking stupid ability to make life slightly harder. (Though it's apparently much worse for those who live in Australia. I remember hearing something about a spider with the body the size of a crab and legs that fit around a garbage can, that had a maw that could turn your hand into a bloody mess. Fucking spiders and their stupid fucking ability to give people fucking nightmares.)
Anyways, the point of this topic is, have you had a normal or good day that ended badly, or vice versa? If so, what was it?
Alright, so, my sister's boyfriend lives with us. He was borrowing my Nintendo Wii to play some shitty Transformers game or other, so I borrowed his PS2. I took the Wii back, since I hadn't played MH3 in a while -- or beaten it, for that matter.[footnote]Though you can't really beat a Monster Hunter game, I meant that I had yet to fight the endgame boss.[/footnote] He wasn't home, so why not, I thought.
Anyways, my parents were bugging me, saying he'd probably want his PS2 back. I said he can come get it when he wants it back. Sure enough, he asked for it back, I gave it to him, and then it turns out he was immediately going to another family's house to watch their dog for the night.
This didn't make my day bad, it was just weird, and admittedly, funny.
So then I decide to play Monster Hunter 3 before I go to bed, instead of Disgaea 2. "One mission," I thought, "And then I'll go to sleep." So what happens? You guessed it, something went wrong.
The major problem I have with MH3 is that everyone but me seems to be one of two things; either they're retarded, or they have emotional issues.
Sure enough, in one of the more difficult boss fights in the game, the two team members I had with me, for some odd reason, left the area in the middle of the boss fight, meaning I was the dragon's only target. One guy I saw on the mini-map was going back to the damned base. Another guy was healing up in a different area because he was a pansy, I guess.
I quit and told them, "You know, hunts are a lot shorter and are much, much easier when you actually fight the fucking dragon, you cunts."
I go to bed. "Finally," I again thought to myself, "the sleeping pill actually worked." So, what next? I see a little shadow on my ceiling. I turn on my light, and sure enough, it's a spider. So I go get a box of tissues, picked a few out, and stood up on my bed to squish the bastard.
...
"Shit-based porn, Batman!"
Let me make it clear that I'm not scared of spiders. Unless, of course they're bigger than my eyeball. So I get a little shaky, and instead of squishing the thing with my hand, er, using the tissues I had in hand, I back down, reach for my arsenal of plastic weapons, and grab a staff. A very big staff. I wrap the tissues around it and say, "Spear, mother fucker!"
I stab at the mostly-harmless creature with my over-compensatory stick and think, "Victory!" But alas, the Shin Megami Tensei level up theme played in my head far too soon. For the spider crawled out from under the tissues.
Again, I'm not normally afraid of spiders, but this one was big. There are certain reasons I'm never going to Australia.
So I jump back, the tissues fall off of the staff, and the spider with it. And it landed on my pillow. I start laughing, almost hysterically, at how much I suck at life. I stand and poke around with a different staff, looking for the bastard. When I finally find him, under my pillows, I grab the mass of tissues and squash him. Just to insure my victory, this time, I flush him down the toilet. More an act of spite than anything else.
"That'll teach you to keep me up at night, you fuck!.. I know he's dead, Jim, but I can still yell at him!"
So then I change my cover... Things. I don't know what they're called, the thing that's wrapped around a mattress. Why? Because of the way I sleep. I don't want my hands in tiny spider bits.
And then I thought it'd be a totally great idea to keep myself up at night even more by posting about it on the internet! I'd get a blog if I wasn't so lazy.
Anyways, my parents were bugging me, saying he'd probably want his PS2 back. I said he can come get it when he wants it back. Sure enough, he asked for it back, I gave it to him, and then it turns out he was immediately going to another family's house to watch their dog for the night.
This didn't make my day bad, it was just weird, and admittedly, funny.
So then I decide to play Monster Hunter 3 before I go to bed, instead of Disgaea 2. "One mission," I thought, "And then I'll go to sleep." So what happens? You guessed it, something went wrong.
The major problem I have with MH3 is that everyone but me seems to be one of two things; either they're retarded, or they have emotional issues.
Sure enough, in one of the more difficult boss fights in the game, the two team members I had with me, for some odd reason, left the area in the middle of the boss fight, meaning I was the dragon's only target. One guy I saw on the mini-map was going back to the damned base. Another guy was healing up in a different area because he was a pansy, I guess.
I quit and told them, "You know, hunts are a lot shorter and are much, much easier when you actually fight the fucking dragon, you cunts."
I go to bed. "Finally," I again thought to myself, "the sleeping pill actually worked." So, what next? I see a little shadow on my ceiling. I turn on my light, and sure enough, it's a spider. So I go get a box of tissues, picked a few out, and stood up on my bed to squish the bastard.
...
"Shit-based porn, Batman!"
Let me make it clear that I'm not scared of spiders. Unless, of course they're bigger than my eyeball. So I get a little shaky, and instead of squishing the thing with my hand, er, using the tissues I had in hand, I back down, reach for my arsenal of plastic weapons, and grab a staff. A very big staff. I wrap the tissues around it and say, "Spear, mother fucker!"
I stab at the mostly-harmless creature with my over-compensatory stick and think, "Victory!" But alas, the Shin Megami Tensei level up theme played in my head far too soon. For the spider crawled out from under the tissues.
Again, I'm not normally afraid of spiders, but this one was big. There are certain reasons I'm never going to Australia.
So I jump back, the tissues fall off of the staff, and the spider with it. And it landed on my pillow. I start laughing, almost hysterically, at how much I suck at life. I stand and poke around with a different staff, looking for the bastard. When I finally find him, under my pillows, I grab the mass of tissues and squash him. Just to insure my victory, this time, I flush him down the toilet. More an act of spite than anything else.
"That'll teach you to keep me up at night, you fuck!.. I know he's dead, Jim, but I can still yell at him!"
So then I change my cover... Things. I don't know what they're called, the thing that's wrapped around a mattress. Why? Because of the way I sleep. I don't want my hands in tiny spider bits.
And then I thought it'd be a totally great idea to keep myself up at night even more by posting about it on the internet! I'd get a blog if I wasn't so lazy.
Too long, didn't read; the sleeping pill fails once again, and my sleeping schedule continues to be fucked up, only this time it's the fault of a giant spider.
Now I'm itchy, though. Fucking
Anyways, the point of this topic is, have you had a normal or good day that ended badly, or vice versa? If so, what was it?