a series of importunate events

Today was a fairly good day, I'd think.

So this morning I turned in my program online, and headed off to class... I did end up being three minutes late, but, ah well.

YOU'VE GOT TO BE FRICKING KIDDING ME!

I'm taking the "express" bus route. We've made every single fucking stop on the way here. The whole goddamn point of the express route is that it's faster because it SKIPS all these stops!

No, I'm not cranky.

There are drunk people behind me that are rather loud, but I forgive them, because they quoted Napoleon Dynamite.

And it's 7:13, and I'd expected to be in Denver at 7:15... but guess what, we were scheduled to be at 15th and Platte at 7:11 and we just got to the stop 2 before that one. AND THERE'S ANOTHER FUCKING STOP REQUEST!

Maybe the bus is broken, or maybe every stupid person taking this bus needs to get off at a different, special stop.

<grumbles incoherently about stops and the stupid people who request them on the express bus>

We were supposed to skip how many stops? And I think ALL of them were requested. Grr, now I'm going to be late. Ah well.

The good news is, I don't have my laundry with me. I feel free... free! I've just got my laptop, my hengeyokai books, and my Japanese homework. Well, and my purse, too, but that hardly counts, as I carry it everywhere.

It's not so bad though. I didn't even expect to make this bus in the first place...

So, back to the daily events.

In comp sci we got back our tests, and I was happy to see that I received a 93... until Spencer threatened to disembowel me with his Gerber, that is.

~time lapse~

Ooo, time lapse. Psychedelic.

But, yes. The whole depressed homicidal Spencer thing was frighteningly entertaining. We discussed WoW at lunch... and it has been decided by my mother that I shall buy my own account, to play on at my leisure (no worries about kicking dad off), and by myself that I shall be joining the boys' server, where I shall create a human priest and join their guild! And mum shall help me level her up, so she's not a pukey level one and can actually HELP them in battle if need be.

In Japanese, we did grammar stuff, and... spoke in Japanese. Erm.

In Linear, I took a ritalin beforehands and still managed to fall asleep. That lecture made no sense today.

And I talked to various people; Michael, Ransom, Chau... Weird, because a month ago I don't think I knew any of their names. They're interesting kiddoes though.

And... so after linear algebra I spent some time surfing the web and whatnot, finally decided what to bring home with me and packed my backpack, and around 5:35 I headed off for the Hop, which took me to Target.

So I looked for WoW (they were out, of course) and then I swung by where Daniel had said he'd be working. Not there... so I swung by where he normally works. Not there... so I swung by the cash registers, thinking maybe he'd responded to a call. Not there... so I directed my gaze toward the customer service counter, remembering him mentioning working there, or at the very least, talking about working with people who did work there. So in my peering a flicker of motion caught my eye in the clothing section straight in front of me... What do you know.

So, I said hello, and helped him figure out where one of the skirts in his cart of abandoned clothes was supposed to go... and picked up a particularly ugly skirt from his cart, put it back, and discovered that where it was supposed to go, someone had left 5 shirts. Grrr. So I put all the shirts back in their proper places so Daniel, or one of his coworkers, wouldn't have to...

It's one of those things, I understand now why mom was always such a stickler for putting things back where I'd found them. I have a much better idea of what the poor employees have to go through when I leave items in random places...

But, yes. So I left the store, caught the bus just as it was leaving (it was awesome, it must have pulled up when I was less than 100 feet away, and waited till I ran up to the stop), and thought to check my phone for the time. It was then that I noticed I had missed a call. The cool part, though, is that I pulled my phone out of my pocket less than a minute after the call. And, I had accidentally set it to volume level one, and there was fairly loud rap music on the bus, so, maybe I heard the phone and subconsciously knew it was ringing, but it could also have been pure luck. Awesome.

And so I called back my mom, and she said she'd be getting downtown around 7:15. I was currently planning on taking the bus leaving at 7:05 and arriving at 7:44. However, the bus before that was scheduled to leave at 6:36 and arrive at 7:15. During the call, the current time was: 6:22.

So, I told my mom I'd try to ride the earlier bus.

I ran to my room and grabbed my backpack (6:28), then huffed and puffed my way to the bus stop. I got there at 6:34.

So I got on the bus and... well. Lots of requested stops, much to my dismay.

I ended up getting to Market St. Station at approx. 7:35, about an hour after I'd gotten on. That's 5 minutes longer than the buses are scheduled to take for non-express routes. Laaaame.

But, anyway, we ran to McDonald's (arrival time 7:45), I bought and ate a spicy chicken sandwich (no match to wendy's, I must say) (finished eating at 7:52), and we ran down the street to the Bovine Theater, bought my ticket, and ran to the theater (sat down at 7:58). And yes, it was an 8 o'clock show.

Dad played in the first show, and then did lights for the second. So I'm very glad I came early and watched both shows. The second show was still awesome, even though my daddy wasn't in it. He says he was feeling off tonight... poor Daddy.

During the break between shows I bought a butterfinger (consumed in entirety), a reese's cups (one of two consumed) and a vanilla frapuccino (currently in the fridge awaiting future consumption). Then we all wandered down to Subway and I bought meself a sandwich. That made a much better dinner. Yum.

And then we got home, and I talked to Daniel online for three hours, or thereabouts.

Overall, a very nice day.

Indeed.