this is why i hate my life
Dec. 19th, 2002 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwateri missed my damn flight. no wait! there's a story behind this!
so, after my abominably shitty day at school, i find out that OOPS, my torts final is three hours long, not two. dammit. see, that means i would leave school at 5PM, and the train ride is about an hour, so i'd be home at 6. of course, because i decided to do laundry last night, i hadn't packed, so if i was LUCKY, i could get out the door by 6:30. my flight was at 8. i figured i could beg my cousin to take me to oakland international instead of the BART station, and i would still be in time.
so i take my test. and fucking hell, if it isn't in PARTS and you can't move on until the right time. the multiple choice was first, and went through those with a half hour to spare (we'd been given an hour and a half). so there's a half hour wasted that i could've been using to write my essays, but NO i have to sit there bored to TEARS because i was smart enough to finish early. and of course, before the test, i was telling everyone to pray that my flight was late so that i could still make it in time.
so now we have an hour and a half to do two essays. and i'm writing as fast as i can, and because i'm a loser, i blanked out and couldn't remember the right names for things. and i'm writing and writing because if i shave a few minutes off, it'll be better than nothing. so now, i'm pretty sure that i destroyed my torts grade just because i wanted to catch a flight that i was going to end up missing anyway. i finish with 15 minutes left on the clock and i bolt out of school.
i damn near run to the station, and i think my luck has changed because there's a train to fremont pulling right in. i get on, check my watch and it's just shy of 5PM. that means i'd get home a little before 6.
i'm THRILLED.
i get home, the house is dark and cold and empty and i'm thinking: "What the fuck? why isn't my cousin home?" but it's 5:45 and i think i can pack in that time, i already know what i want to bring and if i don't have it, i'll fucking BUY it. besides, maybe my cousin is just a little late, no big deal.
i pack like a demon. i'm ready by 6PM.
my cousin isn't home.
i check my cellphone. there's messages. my cousin called me at 3:40 (while i was in the test) to tell me she would be late and call her back.
i do.
no answer. no answer. no answer.
now i'm seriously freaking out, because i have no ride to the station OR the airport. i call my mom to tell her i might miss my flight.
i continue to wait for my cousin.
then i decide, fuck it! i call southwest, i change my flight to tomorrow morning. because it's 7 PM and even if i call a cab, i'm not going to make my flight because it's storming and the traffic is hell and i just WOULDN'T MAKE IT TO THE AIRPORT IN TIME FOR MY FLIGHT.
so, now i've gotta wake up around 4AM for a flight that leaves at 6:15AM. of course, it's probably going to be more like 3:30 because if my cousin doesn't come home tonight i WILL have to call a cab and pay up the ass to get taken to the airport.
plus, i figure it's better if i leave tomorrow. the powers that be apparently don't want me leaving tonight. anyway, with the shitty day i'm having my plane will crash or be struck by lightning or something.
i will be home tomorrow.
yes.
hopefully.
this is what happens when i try to make plans, isn't it?
btw... this is way edited from the way i had it in my head. there was more cursing.
so, after my abominably shitty day at school, i find out that OOPS, my torts final is three hours long, not two. dammit. see, that means i would leave school at 5PM, and the train ride is about an hour, so i'd be home at 6. of course, because i decided to do laundry last night, i hadn't packed, so if i was LUCKY, i could get out the door by 6:30. my flight was at 8. i figured i could beg my cousin to take me to oakland international instead of the BART station, and i would still be in time.
so i take my test. and fucking hell, if it isn't in PARTS and you can't move on until the right time. the multiple choice was first, and went through those with a half hour to spare (we'd been given an hour and a half). so there's a half hour wasted that i could've been using to write my essays, but NO i have to sit there bored to TEARS because i was smart enough to finish early. and of course, before the test, i was telling everyone to pray that my flight was late so that i could still make it in time.
so now we have an hour and a half to do two essays. and i'm writing as fast as i can, and because i'm a loser, i blanked out and couldn't remember the right names for things. and i'm writing and writing because if i shave a few minutes off, it'll be better than nothing. so now, i'm pretty sure that i destroyed my torts grade just because i wanted to catch a flight that i was going to end up missing anyway. i finish with 15 minutes left on the clock and i bolt out of school.
i damn near run to the station, and i think my luck has changed because there's a train to fremont pulling right in. i get on, check my watch and it's just shy of 5PM. that means i'd get home a little before 6.
i'm THRILLED.
i get home, the house is dark and cold and empty and i'm thinking: "What the fuck? why isn't my cousin home?" but it's 5:45 and i think i can pack in that time, i already know what i want to bring and if i don't have it, i'll fucking BUY it. besides, maybe my cousin is just a little late, no big deal.
i pack like a demon. i'm ready by 6PM.
my cousin isn't home.
i check my cellphone. there's messages. my cousin called me at 3:40 (while i was in the test) to tell me she would be late and call her back.
i do.
no answer. no answer. no answer.
now i'm seriously freaking out, because i have no ride to the station OR the airport. i call my mom to tell her i might miss my flight.
i continue to wait for my cousin.
then i decide, fuck it! i call southwest, i change my flight to tomorrow morning. because it's 7 PM and even if i call a cab, i'm not going to make my flight because it's storming and the traffic is hell and i just WOULDN'T MAKE IT TO THE AIRPORT IN TIME FOR MY FLIGHT.
so, now i've gotta wake up around 4AM for a flight that leaves at 6:15AM. of course, it's probably going to be more like 3:30 because if my cousin doesn't come home tonight i WILL have to call a cab and pay up the ass to get taken to the airport.
plus, i figure it's better if i leave tomorrow. the powers that be apparently don't want me leaving tonight. anyway, with the shitty day i'm having my plane will crash or be struck by lightning or something.
i will be home tomorrow.
yes.
hopefully.
this is what happens when i try to make plans, isn't it?
btw... this is way edited from the way i had it in my head. there was more cursing.
