>really hates mondays.

september 27, 2010. a monday.



>wake up. pounding headache? oh nothing new!



>drag sore body (from doing 15 perfect pushups the night before….hello ladies!) into the shower. stand under shower head for 15 minutes and contemplate life, love, and why the hell jersey shore is still relevant to anyone.



>get out of shower. look in the mirror at pale, un-muscular (practically ethiopian) frame. sigh. decide that hair is getting too long.



>throw on clothes from the random pile on futon. subconsciously wear matching clothes (maybe a bit overly matching?) question whether or not i spend too much time around the girls in my house.



>breakfast! uhh….no.



>english: laugh, sigh, write, die.



>math:………….



>bio: decide that food is more important than photosynthesis. i mean aren’t the too kind of related? i’m just not a plant. or maybe i am. either way i’m not paying attention as i walk in 10 minutes late. seriously contemplate yelling, “CHLOROPHYLL? MORE LIKE BORAPHYLL!”, but inevitably pussy out.



>bio lab: just kill me.



>psych: sit and listen to nonsense about pavlov and his stupid dogs. i mean how dumb do you have to be to just assume that you get food every time you hear a bell? then again, how stupid are you to allow yourself to be conditioned to yell, “WELCOME TO MOE’S”, every time a familiar bell rings? (i mean seriously, i sometimes almost yell this in places where it is by no means acceptable. and by, “by no means acceptable”, i mean anywhere other than moe’s.) decide to listen in on a neighbor’s side conversation, hear the word “guido”, understand previous contemplation. die a little more inside.



>school’s out. off to verizon for a new phone! “sir do you know the billing passcode?” “no” “can you ask you father?” “father, do you know the billing passcode” “no”. great.



>go home. play madden on playstation as the browns. jake delhome finishes the game with five interceptions! feel sporty. (i couldn’t make this day any better if i tried, could i?)



>go into work to get tip money. $16 dollars…..NICE! (it’s looking up! it’s looking up!) girlfriend calls. “hey would you want to go to mcdonald’z and get us 50 chicken nuggetz and friez and drinkz and inevitable heart dizeaze!?” “sure babe, no problem!” “sir, that will be $15.63”



>………….easy come, easy go.