It's the only thing I can think of that's responsible for the bad karma I've been subjected to this week.
The little bugger was in my bathtub this morning. My territory. Teddy, the miniature puma, just sat on the edge of said bathtub and gave me a "Yeah?" look. I'm thinking the law of diminishing returns applies to my cat. The more money I put into him, the less useful he's proven to be.
Anyway. Roach. My bathtub. Ew. I had my little God moment and smote it with my shampoo bottle. It was necessary. The satisfaction gained from such a maneuver was exquisite but short lived - it was soured by the rest of my day.
I took my shower, and in the midst of a not-so-Herbal-Essence moment I lost the ball to my belly button piercing to the drain Gods. No hope there. It followed the roach to Hell.
But that's okay. Those are replaceable. I can cope. But then I stepped outside and it was all muggy and misty (hah), a pretty terrible atmosphere. I got in the car and was reminded of how my windshield wipers utterly suck. One more thing I need to do. It's okay. I'm chill. We're cool.
I decided to get some breakfast from Kolache Rolfs; highly superior to Shipley's doughnuts. Highly. It's fast, convenient, superior food, utterly yummy and exactly what I need before my test. And what happens? The damn place closed down. The only Kolache Rolfs on my side of the city line closed the hell down, and I'm stuck with Shipley's expired milk. Ew. But it's okay. I can cope.
I had a big test. Genes, Ecology, and Evolution - a class for my major - taught by Dr. Manhart, hosted it's second seasonal exam today promptly at 9:30am, Central time. It was frikkin' ludicrous. This man is a tree-hugging, global warming hippie enthusiast with no goals in life other than to bitch about how America is going to shit and how we're doing all the wrong things to solve it. (Hey. I can understand your dissatisfaction. I'm not happy either. But after the first rant I want to learn something other than your political and ecological views.) His test incorporated subjects ranging from ecosystems to primitive agriculture (Um. Hello. Doesn't that belong in Cultural Anthropology?) to global warming, topped off with a healthy dose of sexual selection in populations. Really? Really? It all comes together loosely under the subject 'biology', but I'm sure you could organize much better than this. The lecture notes lacked so much as a spell check administered to them, much less proof reading for relative content. His TA is a useless prick. At the help session the night before, the asshole told us he 'wasn't going to teach us the test, only the concepts', and brought up Wikipedia to consult when answering questions. Wikipedia! Is this a University? You're actually graduating?!? I'm pissed.
The test was all over the place. Some of the questions required me to pull information from other classes in order to answer the question correctly, because he didn't go over the material in either the lecture or the book. Even then, I was unable to answer a few questions due to his lunacy. The poor girl sitting next to me is a freshman, and had absolutely no hope. She called me basically in tears after that monstrosity of an exam.
Going through, I was astounded by his poor word choice. Most of his questions were ambiguous and could be answered multiple ways. But due to my experience with his previous test, I knew that he wanted a specific answer and not a different interpretation, however correct the latter may be. Frazzled from his idiocy, I went through the test again after completing it and changed one of my answers after re-reading his question. I found out later I had it right the first time, and thoroughly screwed myself out of five precious points. Also, there were at least three questions over material that he explicitly mentioned we did not have to know. Did I tell you? I'm pissed.
Now I get to work on my Organic Chem lab report. Something I despise. Tomorrow I get to go get fingerprinted for my new job so they can easily track me down and ruin my life if they need to. Want my social? Access to my immortal soul? Here you go! Am I the only paranoid one here?
After that I'll be subjected to another eye exam. Apparently my prescription expired sometime in the last year. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't called to reorder contacts. That's right – I'm wearing glasses and hating every moment of it. I aged at least six years and added the adjective 'frumpy' to my appearance upon donning these. They won't stay on the right part of my nose. Am I the only one this happens to? I'm pretty sure the doctor is going to tell me my eyes have deteriorated even further, and I'll have to spend at least $400 getting new contacts and glasses. My bank account is screaming in agony.
There's my rant. I'm sure you're thinking "That's not so bad!" and scoffing at my complaints. But you know what? Screw you. I'm pissy and I can be that way.
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