When Saturdays go wrong.

[SimuLord]

Under normal circumstances, I love having a girl wake me up in the morning, either because I've got one who spent the night with me and she wakes up first or because my phone rings or buzzes for a text message.

Well, when "text message from girl" involves a member of my study team from Business Writing class texting to let me know she's got the stomach flu and would I kindly rearrange my schedule on Monday so we can meet before the next class? NOT THE KIND OF WAKEUP FROM GIRL I HAD IN MIND.

Throw onto the fire the fact that my social calendar, despite my best efforts (and I went pretty far down the list), came up snake eyes today, the fact that the 7-Eleven was out of spicy hot dogs when I went there wanting a couple of them for lunch, and the looming feeling that no matter how hard I study I'm going to crash and burn on my final exams next month, and what you've got there is a recipe for disaster---a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

FOR DISCUSSION! When was the last day you had that you ended up thinking "why the fuck did I even open my eyes this morning?" And what caused it?

 

[Ace of Spades]

That was today for me actually. I woke up to take three SAT subject tests, which, for those who don't know, are one-hour standardized tests dedicated to a particular subject. I took my three, expecting to relax the rest of the day and do my homework on Sunday, only to find that my parents were in the market for a new car. My mom ordered me to come along even though I have no opinion on what kind of car that they should buy, and I sat there for literally 5 hours listening to an overly cheery salesman drone on about safety features and my mom negotiating prices. Then I got home, leaving me a good three hours to do stuff before going to bed. Wonderful.

 

[Wadders]

You'll be fine with your exams mate, sounds like you're studying hard and you've still got a month to go!

I had one of those days yesterday. It was meant to be a day full of hard work and study, but I overslept, then found out both my flatmates had gone home so I was left with the job of walking 30 mins in the rain to the Council offices to get our student tax rebate sorted, and then another 30 min walk back. The fact that I couldnt find the fucking place for ages didnt help. When I finally got home I was soaked, then found out I'd eaten all of my Gold Bars (they're a yummy chocolate bar) after I'd had a lacklustre pasta dinner dinner I tried to study, but got tempted to go out by a mate.

Ended up going out for about 1 hour in total because no-one else we knew was out, so we just burned about a tenner on quiz machines and beer, then came home at the disgustingly early hour of 11pm. Wat a shite day :|

 

[Fusioncode9]

I had a stomach virus today and I've been throwing up a lot. Not to mention I got no sleep last night. I recently took a suppository and those really bother me.

 

[L3m0n_L1m3]

Well, I had the SAT today.

Which involved waking up at 6 AM, going to the testing center at 7, then standing in freezing weather for 2 hours for no apparent reason.

 

[Owyn_Merrilin]

the fact that the 7-Eleven was out of spicy hot dogs when I went there wanting a couple of them for lunch,

Dude, that is the perfect most fitting possible finish to a terrible day -- the cherry on the poo sundae. Sounds like the universe had it out for you today.

OT: I can't think of any days as bad as the one in the OP lately, knock on wood. I will say that I was disappointed with the results of Tuesday's election, and I spent pretty much the whole day moping on the couch watching MSNBC. (Please do not argue the politics of this, just accept that it was a bad day for me -- I don't want to derail the thread.)

 

[phoenix352]

almost every single day since i graduated from high school...

 

[DeASplode]

Oh christ, I wish I never woke up this morning.

Basically chilled with a girl I hadn't seen in a while and we had a thing going for a few months. I hadn't seen her because a few of my family members were taken into hospital, as well as my Godfather dying.

All was going awesome throughout the night. We just did what we always did, drive around in my car and since it was bonfire night, we had some awesome views of fireworks where we went. I had told her that I still liked her before and briefly explained why I couldn't see her, since I've been depressed for sometime now.

So we parked up somewhere and I just rested my head on her lap, listening to radio and she sort of hugged me, playing with my hair and all that stuff. A lot of "Love" songs came on, no matter what station we switched to.

So in the middle of "I can't fight this feeling anymore", I was overwhelmed and went to kiss her. No kiss back. She's torn between me and someone else since she thought I had lost all interest.

Then, I fully explain to her why I couldn't see her. We both had a sob and hugged each other tightly. She said she was talking to this other guy once she got home, talking about what is going to happen.

I've not heard from her today and just assuming the worst. Ontop of this, my Nan has just gone back into hospital, after my Grandfather, Gran and even my Dad have been in multiple times this year.

I know I sound like a whining "BAWWW GIRLS DON'T LIKE ME" twat, but through my depression, she was the only thing that kept me going. Another thing I told her, but I just don't know anymore.

Fuck I wish I didn't wake up today, fed up of this shit running through my head.

 

[SimuLord]

almost every single day since i graduated from high school...

"Every day is worse than the one before it, which means that every day is the worst day of my life." - Peter Gibbons, Office Space.

 

[Eclectic Dreck]

almost every single day since i graduated from high school...

"Every day is worse than the one before it, which means that every day is the worst day of my life." - Peter Gibbons, Office Space.

Alternately, "This is the best day until tomorrow" - Real Mckenzies.

To your larger question, today would be a fairly incredible example. Moving to a new University requires a period of adjustment. Unfortunately, part of this period involves getting kicked pretty hard in the ass in one or more classes the first semester apparently.

So, in spite of feeling as though I have an incredible grasp on a particular subject (Logic), a number of boneheaded moments on two of my four tests all but ensures I will have to retake the class. For example, while walking out of the hall after finishing one exam, I suddenly realized that 6 != 5. I knew this. I recognized this. I used this fact a number of times on the question. And then, when it came to writing my answer, I utterly forgot that the cardinality of one set was 6 and the other was 5, thus ensuring that I lost fully half the credit on the question (out of four). In another example on the same test, I was asked to give an example of something or prove it to be impossible. (the question was of the form A*B = A*C, A != B != C, deliver an example of where this statement is true). Overlooking the blindingly obvious (if A = 0, then 0*B = 0*C), I demonstrated that by particular rules it is obvious that C must equal B. Excepting of course the infinite number of examples where that was not the case.

As a first class of the day, it was a real kick in the nuts. I then went on to do quite poorly in fencing practice, ate a terrible meal at Wendy's that left me feeling ill and lost 6 straight games of Dawn of War 2 while somehow squeezing in having a lady friend suddenly come up with something better to do than hang out with me.

The other boneheaded mistake was turning on the wrong alarm clock for the previous exam and waking, by chance, at the exact time the exam took place. Which was all the way across the campus. And, unknown to me, it had a strict time limit of 25 minutes (which turned out to be an error on the part of the TA). I arrived with 7 minutes to spare, managed to arrive at a reasonable answer for ever question and at least managed to get a HIGH failing grade for my effort.

In both cases, I might as well have stayed in bed for all the good getting up is going to have done in the long run. I suppose there is a non-zero chance that I will do quite well on both the next exams and get a high C at best, so all hope is not lost. Just any reasonable hope. And all because I, sometimes, miss the stupefyingly obvious.

 

[Scarim Coral]

The last time I had something like that was years ago when I was in university. Back then my typical Saturday involve going to the city centre in the morning. It doesn't sound much but I love going to the city and going into the shops etc (to me it was always a refreshing feeling).

Anyway one of my project invole a rented camera and record me doing some stuff (the project was to make a advertisement). That Saturday was just me heading to the nearest Staple to buy the lead to connect the camera to the pc which cost alot. Once I bought it, I head head back to my flat to convert the camera footage into files in my pc. Needless to say it took hours (I had alot of film footage). Once that was done, I spend the entire day trying to make the ad (they taught us basic photoshop premiers skills).

Ok that sound minor to everyone else but it felt really weird to me since I wasn't able to go out. I just felt so trap and sick of being in a small room and wanted to go out.

 

[Kevonovitch]

the day i woke up, to my now ex fiancee sitting at the edge of my bed crying, telling me she's leaving me, then bolts out my door, into her new, now current boy-toy's truck -_-

yeeaaahhhhhh...........