This is a bit of a rant, but this day is one of those that could fit in a comedy series on american TV.
I wake up at 6:30, one hour before the clock. Great! I managed to fall asleep for just long enough to not wake up by the alarm, and I instead wake up at 8:55, five minutes before school start. Whiles hurrying with my clothes, I managed to rip down tons of artwork onto the floor. With no time to pick it up, I rush away to school. Since I live so close by, I only got there about five minutes late.
First classes are art. Well, that's great, art is my favourite subject. But, today, we had to make floorplans instead of the usual free drawing. At about 9:30, the teacher gets a call over the phone, and notifies me to go to the dentist. The dentist, on the only day we have art!
I go home to fetch my jacket and bike, just to notice that the dog has RIPPED APART the majority of the artwork I dropped. Great. Weeks of drawings and sketches ruined.
I gave the dog a minor punishment, thinking I was in a rush, and that I'd have a chance to get back to art class for at least a little while. I'd soon find out that I was very, very wrong.
After a horrible icy bike ride to the dentist, I sit down and wait for my turn. And wait for my turn. And did I say I waited for my turn? For 60 god-forsaken minutes of reading ladies magazines from 2002, the dentist finally comes out and takes me in. So much for getting back to art class.
When I finally got in the dentists chair, they managed to bang some kind of table-thingy hanging from the chair in my crotch. That was the most painful thing there. Then, they tell me, that they're not going to do anything special to my teeth, but just take an x-ray, and it'd take 5 minutes. So, I had waited for over an hour for getting an x-ray taken. In five minutes. And they put some disgusting banana-tasting thing in my mouth, as they always do. Luckily, there's a store on the way home, from wich I usually buy something small to taste whiles the banana goes away.
But what do I see when I get in, if not an old, old man doing his yearly shopping, with three trollies full of different stuff piled up infront of the only place to pay. It took a good fifteen minutes for the senile gentleman to get his fat ass out of my way. I pay and leave.
After another horriffic bike ride home, I discover that the dog has managed to get into the kitchen, opened a locker, and pulled out thousands (Litterarly!) of papers onto the floor, along with a months supply of candy and shit. Of course, she'd eaten half of it.
Pic cause it did happen:
She sits beside the door out, drooling and looking at me with puppydog eyes. I'm utterly pissed off, and go to punish her. Then it happens - When I grab her neck, she projectile vomits over my legs and all our shoes!! My pants, my socks and almost all of our shoes, drenched in dog-vomit consisting of half-digested jelly-mushrooms and pieces of yesterday's sausage, all mixed togheter in a nice, sticky, smelly, jelly-ish goo:
(After some cleaning up fo the worst, I didn't quite feel like taking pictures when it happened. There were shoes to about the pink jelly-mushroom in the middle of the picture.)
The vomit in a semi-transparent bag. I won't embed due to banfactor being quite high.
So, I clean up the mess, throw away at least 60€ worth of shoes, drenched in vomit, change my pants and socks and then remember: History test started 30 minutes ago. GREAT!!! I rush back to school, knowing if I don't do the test today, I'm never going to. During the remaining 10 minutes of the test, I manage to fill about half the first page with propably faulty answers. Missing school lunch didn't help much. And then, of course, everybody wonder where I've been the last four hours. That was the only good thing about the whole thing - letting people pass my cellphone around, seeing the pics and being forced to believing my story.
Later, mom got pissed at me for trying to have a discussion about the dog. Nothing more, but just the dog, and "What to do to her". Even if I asked nicely to specify what she meant by that (She wanted me to say "what to do with the dog"), she refused to specify and got pissed.
This has been one of those truly comically bad days. You're allowed to lol at it. I even laughed myself when I realized how much has gone wrong today.
I wake up at 6:30, one hour before the clock. Great! I managed to fall asleep for just long enough to not wake up by the alarm, and I instead wake up at 8:55, five minutes before school start. Whiles hurrying with my clothes, I managed to rip down tons of artwork onto the floor. With no time to pick it up, I rush away to school. Since I live so close by, I only got there about five minutes late.
First classes are art. Well, that's great, art is my favourite subject. But, today, we had to make floorplans instead of the usual free drawing. At about 9:30, the teacher gets a call over the phone, and notifies me to go to the dentist. The dentist, on the only day we have art!
I go home to fetch my jacket and bike, just to notice that the dog has RIPPED APART the majority of the artwork I dropped. Great. Weeks of drawings and sketches ruined.
I gave the dog a minor punishment, thinking I was in a rush, and that I'd have a chance to get back to art class for at least a little while. I'd soon find out that I was very, very wrong.
After a horrible icy bike ride to the dentist, I sit down and wait for my turn. And wait for my turn. And did I say I waited for my turn? For 60 god-forsaken minutes of reading ladies magazines from 2002, the dentist finally comes out and takes me in. So much for getting back to art class.
When I finally got in the dentists chair, they managed to bang some kind of table-thingy hanging from the chair in my crotch. That was the most painful thing there. Then, they tell me, that they're not going to do anything special to my teeth, but just take an x-ray, and it'd take 5 minutes. So, I had waited for over an hour for getting an x-ray taken. In five minutes. And they put some disgusting banana-tasting thing in my mouth, as they always do. Luckily, there's a store on the way home, from wich I usually buy something small to taste whiles the banana goes away.
But what do I see when I get in, if not an old, old man doing his yearly shopping, with three trollies full of different stuff piled up infront of the only place to pay. It took a good fifteen minutes for the senile gentleman to get his fat ass out of my way. I pay and leave.
After another horriffic bike ride home, I discover that the dog has managed to get into the kitchen, opened a locker, and pulled out thousands (Litterarly!) of papers onto the floor, along with a months supply of candy and shit. Of course, she'd eaten half of it.
Pic cause it did happen:
She sits beside the door out, drooling and looking at me with puppydog eyes. I'm utterly pissed off, and go to punish her. Then it happens - When I grab her neck, she projectile vomits over my legs and all our shoes!! My pants, my socks and almost all of our shoes, drenched in dog-vomit consisting of half-digested jelly-mushrooms and pieces of yesterday's sausage, all mixed togheter in a nice, sticky, smelly, jelly-ish goo:
(After some cleaning up fo the worst, I didn't quite feel like taking pictures when it happened. There were shoes to about the pink jelly-mushroom in the middle of the picture.)
The vomit in a semi-transparent bag. I won't embed due to banfactor being quite high.
So, I clean up the mess, throw away at least 60€ worth of shoes, drenched in vomit, change my pants and socks and then remember: History test started 30 minutes ago. GREAT!!! I rush back to school, knowing if I don't do the test today, I'm never going to. During the remaining 10 minutes of the test, I manage to fill about half the first page with propably faulty answers. Missing school lunch didn't help much. And then, of course, everybody wonder where I've been the last four hours. That was the only good thing about the whole thing - letting people pass my cellphone around, seeing the pics and being forced to believing my story.
Later, mom got pissed at me for trying to have a discussion about the dog. Nothing more, but just the dog, and "What to do to her". Even if I asked nicely to specify what she meant by that (She wanted me to say "what to do with the dog"), she refused to specify and got pissed.
This has been one of those truly comically bad days. You're allowed to lol at it. I even laughed myself when I realized how much has gone wrong today.
Last edited by Freezer7Pro (2007-11-28 12:58:07)
The idea of any hi-fi system is to reproduce the source material as faithfully as possible, and to deliberately add distortion to everything you hear (due to amplifier deficiencies) because it sounds 'nice' is simply not high fidelity. If that is what you want to hear then there is no problem with that, but by adding so much additional material (by way of harmonics and intermodulation) you have a tailored sound system, not a hi-fi. - Rod Elliot, ESP
