Firstly, it was raining. Pouring, actually. Gloomy and wet and grey and cloudy...
The weather wasn't the only issue... I had some frustrations in Astronomy. We were given an in-class assignment. We were to draw the axis of the Celestial Sphere around Earth. To me, this sounded like easy points. Our teacher told us not to worry about our artistic skills. Of course, I have to worry about MY artistic skills!! I'm a perfectionist! My artistic skills must be precise.
However, I realized I need more practice... My "3D" circles were horrendous; like pointy-ended footballs that held air in specific areas instead of balancing the air through the entire ball. I also was supposed to intersect the middle axis's (we had to draw a slanted axis as well) but... that didn't turn out so good...
I suppose you can say I'm geometrically challenged. And right next to me sat that ginger haired girl who sketched everything out to a T. I felt like I was sitting next to Angelo! I drew my circles with pen... She drew her's with pencil. I had a hunch that I should have drawn in pencil. BUT OH NO! The pen was in my hand first. Talk about being lazy and getting the consequences...
Then, once my day was finished at school, I jumped into my car, turned it on, and was startled by my windshield wipers! I forgot to turn them off... I didn't feel TOO bad! Until I noticed I left my lights on, also... From 9:30 AM to 3:30 PM, my battery was technically still being used...
Agitated, I hurried home.
Or, so I wished!
Traffic was up the ASS the whole commute. I couldn't fathom it... I JUST wanted to be home already! Running away from this unfortunate day wasn't simple!
Finally, 4:15 PM. I drove into my driveway, pissed like a racehorse, prior to heading into the kitchen to grab a snack that always puts me in a great mood: a toasted bagel with creamy cream cheese. I grabbed the bagel bag, opened it up, took a bagel out, yet didn't place it in the toaster. Why? Because every single bagel in the bag had mold growing on them... We only had these bagels for approximately 4 days!!! How is that POSSIBLE?!
I was devastated. Even I was unlucky in my own home. But I put the unlucky occurrence aside. I threw away the bagels and made my second favorite snack: toasted muffins with butter and Parmesan cheese. Next, I popped popcorn and drank a neuro stress releaser drink. I watched YouTube; a couple hours later, I went to therapy, and as I drove home, I believed everything would go back to being dandy.
Not really...
My dad had gone for a run before I went to therapy. When I came home, he was home, with the front and back doors to our house completely wide open! I panicked! Was my dad okay??? Where were my cats??? Did they get out??
Well, they did. Besides my boy cats. They were hiding from my father in my bedroom.
Apparently, when dad came home, he smelt the scent of crap. He couldn't figure out where it was coming from! Suddenly, he found the source... A big pile of poop, left from an anonymous cat, laid in the middle of our scruffy black carpet. Now, I know my dad... I can guess he was screaming at the top of his lungs, yelling at the cats, until having enough and shooing them outside. Bugger was already outside so she wasn't a suspect.
I slightly wanted to blow up on my dad... I know for a fact he isn't going to let in Diana who is stubborn and doesn't come in unless she's hungry. You could call for her all day, and not once would she show up. But if she was hungry or cold or tired, you might get a glimpse of her... Like I said, she's stubborn. She gives me an anxiety attack; knowing she's outside, I fear she could get hurt or worse!!! And sometimes, my dad could care less...
I guess this is one of those nights when I pray to whomever rules the clouds that I hope my cats are safe.
Man... I need sleep, too... Damn.
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