Okay. So, today, I woke up at 7:35 AM.
Amazing for me, generally it's 7:42ish.
So. I wake up, take two vitamins, (took my shower the night before), take care of hygiene and getting dressed, hop on my bike, and I'm out by 7:45, make it to the class building at 7:53. Lock up bike, run up stairs, get everything taken care of, it's 7:58...Class starts at 8, my stuff is analyzed, hooray, I'm doing great, awesome, go , scan a couple pictures, run to bike, go eat, find no one there, finish up, run to Management. It's exam time.
Feel the burn! No, actually, it's open-book. And I'm pretty sure I ace it. So, now it's time to head to hang out with friends until the boring class of the day.
11:19:23 AM , enter the cluster apartment, say hello to friends.
11:24 AM, sit down and turn on Garou: Mark of the Wolves.
Alright, doing pretty well...playing my fave character of that game- Tizoc, or as he's known to the Japanese- The Griffon. Alright! I can do more than just basic moves! Happy day!
Aaand then criticism. Oy vey. Not constructive either. But alright, I'm learning more, fighting tougher (AI, mind you) opponents...Just about to beat the guy that I'm losing to...
11:46 AM.
Friend plugs in the game, picks his character. Alright. Fair enough.
More friends show up. Cheer other friend on. Alright.
Cheer against me.
Not so cool. Not cool at all. Gets on my nerves. But fine.
I win.
It's 11:51. It was not a short match. I say that I'm ready to head out. I'm rather annoyed at the attitudes around me.
Friend demands rematch.
Alright.
11:52 now. Sit down, play the second match.
People start cheering again.
11:53. It's neck and neck. I'm out-spacing. I can win this, if I play safely.
But the cheering is getting to me. I don't know why.
I cannot stand it. I jump back and start spamming select- taunt. Not officially giving up, but making it quite clear I am annoyed.
I still manage to almost take the set, amazingly.
Nodding my polite way out, I head off to class. It is 11:55 AM.
12:05. Business statistics. I'm starting at my backpack, realizing that my calculator and my math book have done a disappearing act.
Frustration.
People are talking loudly.
My head pounds.
My temper flares.
But I keep control by running through several equations at once while sketching a drawing.
12:54 PM. I've got my bike, say a quick farewell, and ride back home.
1:03 PM- Make it back to the apartment, which smells like illegal drugs. Note that the roommates are still playing my copy of Dynasty Warriors 4. Alright. ...but who is that original character on screen? Willibud? ...hold on, 4 character slots, all used...there was no room for that...
son of a....
Alright. It's 1:06 PM. Time to chill out by playing some Brawl +.
Alright, Wii loads up...and it keeps switching back and forth between channel 3 and the Wii.
...meaning the wii is not working properly.
My face is red at this point.
So, I do the only thing that makes sense.
Sleep.
When I awake, I am stiff for some reason, but I get up and make the most of my day. Have a chapter a day of Photoshop to do for art class, of course. I get it done, and so far, things get better.
But all in all, oy vey, what a day. It will be better, I will be sure of that.
Brawl Friend Code 1504-7213-8762 (currently lacking Wi-Fi ;.; )








