Waking up, turning on the television and seeing it is f-ing 3AM in the morning and I only got 4 hours of sleep and that I better go back to sleep soon and wake up at 6:30 so I have enough time to get ready and go to school before 8
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Getting up earlier than 7 AM just about does me in 
. If I don't fall asleep while driving to class down at Tech, I get real unpleasant later on in the afternoon, and devolve into spitting out gibberesh that is frankly out of left field (such as today, when I got up at 6:25, didn't fall asleep on the way to school but almost did during my Math class, was a real bastard when I went to work, and started talking about "laying down some real phat beats" to my amused coworkers :D )
Being that I drive quite a bit for our work, the worst thing is neandrethal drivers, and their blatantly bad disregard for many basic rules of the road (today, I had to slam on the brakes, and narrowly missed t-boning a small car, when on a two-lane one way street, this person, in the right lane, decides he wanted to turn left in front of me.) Stupid motherfocker indeed 
though we can't even allow ourselves to get involved with anything that appears like road rage.
Going into my favourite lunch spot, and seeing a certain someone's dumbass ex-boyfriend.
Moronic blabber from Red Sox fans the whole year round......
Originally posted by Tristan Jayol Waking up, turning on the television and seeing it is f-ing 3AM in the morning and I only got 4 hours of sleep and that I better go back to sleep soon and wake up at 6:30 so I have enough time to get ready and go to school before 8
That happened to me a few days ago. I was supposed to get up at 8, but winded getting up at 3 and only realized it when I was in the shower.
Originally posted by Digital Mike I always had admiration for the way Liverpool played the game, and 4 european cups rubs Man U fans up the wrong way.I'd like to see em up there again, but something is missing
In simple terms Man Utd and Chelsea have more money than us and Arsenal have a better manager.
Originally posted by Hank Wiseass© > Originally posted by Digital Mike> I always had admiration for the way Liverpool played the game, and 4 european cups rubs Man U fans up the wrong way.> > I'd like to see em up there again, but something is missing
In simple terms Man Utd and Chelsea have more money than us and Arsenal have a better manager.
You forgot to mention you have Heskey as well... 
Originally posted by DoN > Originally posted by Hank Wiseass© > Originally posted by Digital Mike> I always had admiration for the way Liverpool played the game, and 4 european cups rubs Man U fans up the wrong way.> > I'd like to see em up there again, but something is missing
In simple terms Man Utd and Chelsea have more money than us and Arsenal have a better manager.
You forgot to mention you have Heskey as well...
I wouldn't swap him for Forlorn
In simple terms Man Utd and Chelsea have more money than us and Arsenal have a better manager.
You forgot better players...
Originally posted by stEVErythings Gone Green In simple terms Man Utd and Chelsea have more money than us and Arsenal have a better manager.
You forgot better players...
No, I think I covered that.
How about being in a hurry to leave for school early in the morning, only to find ice covering your windshield and having to use your shirt sleeve or jacket sleeve to scrape it off as best you can? I figure the minute I actually break down and get an ice scraper, it'll be springtime all of a sudden and no more cold temps in the morning
Finding out that a gig you've been looking forward to for ages has had to be postponed, probably until at least May. That happened to me on Thursday - grrrrrrr! Oh well, on the bright side, it's something to look forward to later in the year. :)
Well...
Once I missed my train because of a traffic jam on a boulevard close to my house, so I tried to get to another station to catch the same train, knowing it's possible... I rushed, and well, I managed to get there on time...
I parked my car at the last places available.. far away from the track, I had to run (and I have a bad knee, so running is very hard for me) or anyways, walk very fast to catch it...
The way this station is done, you have 2 tracks, one for each direction, and the parking lot is on the other side of the direction I'm going... so I see the train coming, I know I'm ok.. but I have to cross the tracks to get on the other side...
Seeing the train coming, I stop and I said, let's wait until the train stops, I'll cross and then enter the train...
So the train is coming, but continues and half a wagon is now in front of the path to cross the track, and I can't get through!!!! there is no freaking way I can get through!!
And then the train leaves, I have to wait 1 hour in the cold of a Canadian winter for the next damned train and be 1h late to work because of that..
It was 1 hour of cursing and kicking ticket boots everywhere around me, I'll tell you... I actually got back to my car and went to the station close to my house, and.. hum, ALMOST missed the other train
It could have been worst!! ;)
How many times do I get up late and get outside to see that I have 5 mins to get to that train and that it snowed and I have a freaking huge amount of snow behind my car that I have to remove before being able to leave...
I was in Venice in January 2003. On my last night there, I stayed out very late catching as much of the city as I could. In the morning, I had to catch a bus to the airport, and fly from Venice to Milan, where I would catch my return flight home. Well, I stayed out very late, and naturally, overslept in the morning. I had juts enough time to get to the bus station-- maybe-- if I really hurried. I went to the dock, a boat approached- and I asked the deckhand, in my flawless Italian, if that was the boat to the bus station. He waved me aboard, and the boat then left in the OPPOSITE direction, away from the bus station. I got off at the next dock, and all of Venice must have heard what I had to say, standing alone on the dock in the dark, while the bus to the airport was about to leave. By the time I got to the bus station, I had missed the bus, and therefore the flight to Milan. I ended up taking the train to Milan (cheaper than flying), and when I arrived at the airport, they refused to allow me on to another flight until I paid an additional $200, despite my protracted attempts to explain to the airline that I did not have $200, and would run out of money within a day. "That's not our problem" was the helpful response from the people at DELTA AIRLINES. Mind you, I was not asking them to waive the penalty; I was merely asking them to bill the penalty to me, given that I already had a return ticket in my possession, and no way to pay a penalty until my return home. So after DELTA AIRLINE's extremely helpful staff told me to pay up or stay in Italy, I went to my ATM machine, requested $200 from an account that had NOTHING in it, and surprisingly, got $200. I paid for my ticket, went back to Milan, and flew home the next day. When I got back home, the $200 I withdrew from an empty account caused the bank to assess fees against me, which snowballed and snowballed and snowballed into several hundred dollars in fees, due to outstanding checks coming in to a drained account.
So that was a pretty good morning in Venice.
Waking up early, the sun is shining, then going online and on the phone to find out that Pixies tickets for both Vancouver shows sell out almost instantly and Victoria tickets are sold out within minutes too. That's how a shite day starts.
