Ugh, recently I've found it a lot easier to just go about as if things were just fine and dandy even when they're not, but GOD DAMN IT ALL! Today was a terrible day, and I needz to vent nao! 
Ok so I certainly don't have anything to be upset about compared to a lot of people who really have it tough, but you know those days when you're a bit moody and it doesn't really take a lot to get you upset? Yeah, well I've actually been feeling like that for the past week or so, and today shit has just kept piling ever since I woke up.
First thing in the morning I miss my first lecture of the day, which I actually intended to go to for a change. So I make it in time for my second class, a seminar, only to realize that I haven't even received the papers we were supposed to have read for today. Sooo as I sit down and try to figure out how to fake my way through the whole ordeal (couldn't cut class, mandatory attendance on seminars) Sir Ignorant McFucknut himself sits down next to me and starts blabbering on. Now, it is very rare for me to actually loathe people, but this guy is just a complete dick who thinks we're friends because I don't bicker with him for being the only fundie christian and right-wing nutjob in the entire country. I just haven't bothered arguing with him, because there really is no reasoning with people like that and I might as well yell at a brick wall, but I had to pay for that now...
He sits down, strikes up a conversation about WW2 which culminates in him saying, literally, "I don't think Hitler was crazy like everyone makes him out to be, he was just misunderstood". A little part of me died right there (inb4 "that part of you was weak, you're stronger now") and I realized the seminar was just about to start with me having thought of no plan whatsoever to get out of this.
That seminar was the most awkward class I ever attended, I think. Imagine spending 3 hours discussing nothing but agricultural reforms and having your teacher ask you questions all the time as if he'd expect you to be interested and keep up on the subject. And then half-way through class when we were placed in groups to discuss a couple of questions we were given, the little shit I ended up with snuck up and checked his name in the attendance list before sneaking off from class completely. Good times!
It gets better though. The teacher keeps us for 5 minutes extra, and after fighting my way through the heavily trafficated Gothenburg to the train station, I find my train leaving the station just as I arrive. Once I finally DO get out of town I nearly get run over at a crosswalk while I walk the final couple of blocks to my home. Whoever the asshole in that car was, he slowed down like he was going to stop but as I stepped out in the road he sped up again. Not sure if he was drunk or didn't even see me, but I wasn't really upset yet at this point. I felt like I was having a bad day, but was glad to just get home.
I thought I'd finally get some "me-time", so I headed off to turn on the TV to check out the new hockey channel we got yesterday. My favorite team was playing and I thought "Oh God yes, FINALLY I can just sit down and have a good time".
That's when the goddamned parental units enter the stage and decide to bomb my hockey game. You know, I don't mind talk in intermissions, but they kept talking about work and I don't fucking know what during the game itself so I couldn't focus. I sat there for a while, building up stress from trying to just hear what the commentators said. By now I was getting annoyed, and it didn't help that my team was getting beat pretty badly.
Now we're getting to the part that will haunt me for months to come: At the end of the third period, my mom takes her socks off, puts her feet in my dads lap and asks him to tickle them. I'm not joking. That was fucking terrible, and I never want to experience that again. Ever. I can go to great lengths to explain how greatly disturbed I was, but I'll just assume you guys don't need me to do that.
At this point I had given up. I went up to my room and barricaded myself till the rest of the household had gone to bed. And then, I went down to my computer thinking "Hahaha, try ruin THIS for me!"
...so I bought this new game the other day, "Dragon Age: Origins", and I've been playing it more or less non-stop for the last couple of days, logging some 30-35 hours of gameplay already and getting pretty far. I decided to "reward" myself for putting up with everything today and patch the game, as I had experienced a couple of bugs the day before.
As the patch is installed... Boom. Computer is smoke. I'm on the Mac-version of my computer now, but the Windows-part will likely have to be completely reformated, meaning I have to install the game again and play through those 30-35 hours again to get back to where I were. Now, this might seem silly to some, and that is entirely reasonable as I don't expect you to understand, but this is actually what finally made me snap. Some background is that I've waited for this game since it was announced some 4 years ago, and I've been completely stoked about finally having bought it. The story had gotten to a point where I was completely ensnared by it, and now I can't continue on it until, first, I reformat my computer, and secondly, spend over 24 hours of gaming to get back to where I was in the storyline.
No. no... noooo... Fuck. Fuck it. Just fuck it all. No.
I've had enough. I'll just go sleep now and pray my bed doesn't catch on fire. Knowing my luck, though...
Ok so I certainly don't have anything to be upset about compared to a lot of people who really have it tough, but you know those days when you're a bit moody and it doesn't really take a lot to get you upset? Yeah, well I've actually been feeling like that for the past week or so, and today shit has just kept piling ever since I woke up.
First thing in the morning I miss my first lecture of the day, which I actually intended to go to for a change. So I make it in time for my second class, a seminar, only to realize that I haven't even received the papers we were supposed to have read for today. Sooo as I sit down and try to figure out how to fake my way through the whole ordeal (couldn't cut class, mandatory attendance on seminars) Sir Ignorant McFucknut himself sits down next to me and starts blabbering on. Now, it is very rare for me to actually loathe people, but this guy is just a complete dick who thinks we're friends because I don't bicker with him for being the only fundie christian and right-wing nutjob in the entire country. I just haven't bothered arguing with him, because there really is no reasoning with people like that and I might as well yell at a brick wall, but I had to pay for that now...
He sits down, strikes up a conversation about WW2 which culminates in him saying, literally, "I don't think Hitler was crazy like everyone makes him out to be, he was just misunderstood". A little part of me died right there (inb4 "that part of you was weak, you're stronger now") and I realized the seminar was just about to start with me having thought of no plan whatsoever to get out of this.
That seminar was the most awkward class I ever attended, I think. Imagine spending 3 hours discussing nothing but agricultural reforms and having your teacher ask you questions all the time as if he'd expect you to be interested and keep up on the subject. And then half-way through class when we were placed in groups to discuss a couple of questions we were given, the little shit I ended up with snuck up and checked his name in the attendance list before sneaking off from class completely. Good times!
It gets better though. The teacher keeps us for 5 minutes extra, and after fighting my way through the heavily trafficated Gothenburg to the train station, I find my train leaving the station just as I arrive. Once I finally DO get out of town I nearly get run over at a crosswalk while I walk the final couple of blocks to my home. Whoever the asshole in that car was, he slowed down like he was going to stop but as I stepped out in the road he sped up again. Not sure if he was drunk or didn't even see me, but I wasn't really upset yet at this point. I felt like I was having a bad day, but was glad to just get home.
I thought I'd finally get some "me-time", so I headed off to turn on the TV to check out the new hockey channel we got yesterday. My favorite team was playing and I thought "Oh God yes, FINALLY I can just sit down and have a good time".
That's when the goddamned parental units enter the stage and decide to bomb my hockey game. You know, I don't mind talk in intermissions, but they kept talking about work and I don't fucking know what during the game itself so I couldn't focus. I sat there for a while, building up stress from trying to just hear what the commentators said. By now I was getting annoyed, and it didn't help that my team was getting beat pretty badly.
Now we're getting to the part that will haunt me for months to come: At the end of the third period, my mom takes her socks off, puts her feet in my dads lap and asks him to tickle them. I'm not joking. That was fucking terrible, and I never want to experience that again. Ever. I can go to great lengths to explain how greatly disturbed I was, but I'll just assume you guys don't need me to do that.
At this point I had given up. I went up to my room and barricaded myself till the rest of the household had gone to bed. And then, I went down to my computer thinking "Hahaha, try ruin THIS for me!"
...so I bought this new game the other day, "Dragon Age: Origins", and I've been playing it more or less non-stop for the last couple of days, logging some 30-35 hours of gameplay already and getting pretty far. I decided to "reward" myself for putting up with everything today and patch the game, as I had experienced a couple of bugs the day before.
As the patch is installed... Boom. Computer is smoke. I'm on the Mac-version of my computer now, but the Windows-part will likely have to be completely reformated, meaning I have to install the game again and play through those 30-35 hours again to get back to where I were. Now, this might seem silly to some, and that is entirely reasonable as I don't expect you to understand, but this is actually what finally made me snap. Some background is that I've waited for this game since it was announced some 4 years ago, and I've been completely stoked about finally having bought it. The story had gotten to a point where I was completely ensnared by it, and now I can't continue on it until, first, I reformat my computer, and secondly, spend over 24 hours of gaming to get back to where I was in the storyline.
No. no... noooo... Fuck. Fuck it. Just fuck it all. No.
I've had enough. I'll just go sleep now and pray my bed doesn't catch on fire. Knowing my luck, though...
