What A Shit Fucking Day

Know how sometimes you get them days were nothing goes right and everything just pisses you off? Well, today was one of them days.

It started off shite. Not knowing that the timetable had been changed, I got up at 8.30 AM. Turns out that the lesson was moved to 5PM. Combine that with the tutorial that was cancelled and I could have had another two hours in bed. I decide then, to go and get the 'breakfast barm' that I'd had a few weeks earlier. Got said sandwich no problem, however getting back to my flat before it went cold was another matter. Somehow every single vehicle and workman had joined forces and collaborated to prevent me from getting home. I tried to cross the road but had to wait about a minute before risking my life by running out in front of a car just to have a chance of making it. Decide on my route, cross the road and walk up the steps to Victoria path to see 7 fucking foot tall metal fences that had been erected by workmen, blocking all access (cunningly placed next to trees and bushes may I add). I turn around, cursing the hard-hatted twats and walk back down the road to walk through the student union. This added another 2 minutes to my journey. Reach another road and because some daft bint had stopped on double yellow lines for apparently no reason whatsoever, it created a mini chicane in the road thus stopping me from crossing for ages because of all the cars. By this time, my sandwich was colder than a penguins bollocks. I eventually got back in to my flat and had about half the barm, mainly out of spite.

Felt pretty sick after this, so last laugh went to them I guess.

Maths lecture was fucking boring as usual.

The same pretty much goes for the Systems Analysis & Design tutorial as well. I couldn't help but laugh when the blind women started kicking off because people were talking. I don't know if it was disrupting her mental image of the room or something but it is only her who complains about talking. You'd think she would set the dog on them.

Now for the real annoying twist of the balls. Got a phone call off dad saying his car got robbed last night. Three little bastards came into the house and got his car keys off the window ledge when he was out back. He heard something and came running out to see the car already pointing down the street. He grabbed the door and they sped off, throwing him across the road (he's Okay, just a bit bruised and things fortunately). Police haven't found anything yet so I'm not sure what's happening. Little cunts.

To top off this already piles inducing day, we ordered from Pizza Hut. However, they somehow managed to send me the wrong pizza and rob me out of £2. How difficult can it be? Very, apparently if you're a part of the Preston minimum wage with no education club.

And right now I need another shit so I'll have to go now.