I, my friends, have gone mad.

I ask: Why the hell am I working on a new story? I have two chapters overdue, a test on Thursday next week and a report I haven't started due on Tuesday. Why, oh please tell be why, am I working on a new story?


*headdesks*

Side note: I am so bad at Japanese. Japanese hates me and wants to cause me PAIN. Japanese is the embodiment of hell on earth designed specifically to make me love it enough to not want to quit, but for it to be beneath-the-nails torture in every excruciating moment of class.

the end.

I just had one of those... days. I have a friend who whenever the moment arrives to say "It could be worse" she says, "It could be worse.. it could be hailing!"

...

Okay so, I need to get back to Tauranga soon, because I have a job waiting for me there that is less and less likely to _still_ be waiting the longer I take to return. I _had_ been planing to finish up the compulsory hours I have to do at the Zoo on Friday and then fly home Sunday. Fine line, but achievable, right?

HAH!

So, I ask my supervising keeper if my hours are all finished up, (just to double check). Response: "Oh no, not even close, you still have another 4 days after this one."

................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Fuck.

My student allowance _ends_ on the 27th, if I'm here for more than another week I will have no money.

....

Okay, so, there I am, pissed off, but dealing. So, I'm on my (motor)bike, riding home, it's raining. I have no waterproof pants, and it's raining.

...

Then! (Of course) I take a corner too fast coz I needed to brake earlier because of the slippery wet road, (It was my first time riding in the rain). My bike slips out from under me, and I fall and go sliding across the road. Ouch. Double ouch: Bike's left front indicator and speedometer are crunched, (not fatal, but somewhat expensive). I'm okay(ish); my leg got stuck under the bike when I crashed so I've got: Bruised up one side, most of the skin off my knee, and calf muscle hurt (swollen and cramped, no walking for me!) Plus, my left arm is a bit scraped, painful but still workable.


....... >:[

So, I manage to get back on the bike and riding home, (fairly upset by now, but yay for adrenaline, right?) and eventually, I'm thinking, 'okay, I hurt, and my life is excessively sucky, but, I'm alive and no broken bones so, it could be worse?!'

It starts hailing.





I think there comes a point where you can only laugh.



-