A Birthday Cold and Christmas Carols

Well, its offical. 28. My birthday was this past weekend, and I decided to skip class on Friday and take an extended vacation. When your birthday is the weekend, and you have a close friend who's birthday is the day before yours, its mandatory to take an extra day. It's called "Being a good friend, and a lazy student". I digress.

I drive home thursday night, and I was tormented about whether or not to skip my thursday class as well, but decided it against it, and wound up getting home just in time to eat dinner and watch survivor. I dont know if it was the 2 solid weeks of studying that I did, and then having nothing to do, but within that hour that I was relaxing, the worst cold set in, and I lost my voice....I went to bed at 10pm. I woke up friday, and I felt like shit.....I was SO sick, and although it was my friends b-day spent the day in bed, and was a total trooper and went out drinking that night. I only lasted until 1am, but it's better than nothing.

Saturday, my birthday I had plans to go shopping, dinner out and drinks. Well, since I could barely make it up the stairs without passing out, I ditched the shopping, and visited instead. We went for dinner, but let me tell you that i was home by 11:30, and in bed by 12:30. Special thanks goes out to the lovely girl for driving, and to the rest of them for not making me wear a SARS mask the entire time I was with them. *if any of you are sick today, my regrets*

Sunday was family birthday day, and it was a good time. Even 2 old friends from highschool showed up which was a complete surprise, as I havent seen them in months!!! Drove back to school, and of course, since its monday....i feel GREAT!!! No more sickypants! Ugh. Colds are so inconvenient!

However, I do have to say, horror beyond horrors last night, driving home started a chain of bad events that left me feeling bitter and spiteful!

Driving home last night, pitch black, no cars on the road, flipping through radio stations, until I find a station....I've got "scan" going, and as it flips from one station to the next, I hear a familiar twang of a song as it skips to the next station. My attention is focused onto the radio, as I stare in disbelief...."It CANT be" I think to myself..."it's only November 6th".....but as I press the scan button back once, it flips to the previous station.....and what do I hear??? Thats right people...CHRISTMAS CAROLS!!! An entire station devoted to Christmas carols....I've even got a mouth full of hot chocolate which I just about choke on. Christmas carols in November.....What is the world coming to??? Do you know, the nearest pharmacy has had christmas decorations up since the end of SEPTEMBER??? This isnt the north pole you know *DESPITE what every american thinks of canadians living in igloos*.....Sigh....Christmas.....48 shopping days left.

I come home......to no messages. I shouldnt be surprised as I just spent a glorious weekend with everyone I could have ever wanted to see in a 3 day time frame...but there's one person who didnt call.....someone who i've come to care about deeply, as we've been quasi involved for the past 2 years. But, he blew it off, and didnt bother. Fucker.....*this is what i meant when I said that people dont do romantic things for me, remembering to call me on my birthday would be good enough*

My land lord pounds on my door at 10am, becuse something is wrong with the plumbing in the shower in the apartment above mine, so they have to come into my bathroom and try to look from underneath. At which point, he takes a sledehammer, and pounds it into the ceiling.....6 times. Leaving a gigantic gaping hole in the ceiling, and Plaster all over the shelf, the floor, inside the tub and the counter, and whatever was on the counter, and the shelf.....and then he left, and said he'd be back tomorrow....leaving me to clean it up. Mother fucker.

I'm go back to bed, as I am still mildly sick, and have class until 10pm, I want to rest up.....but my fucking asshole 18 year old neighbors have their TV set to "decimate" and its all i can hear since their tv is touching the wall where the top of my bed is. Not that it would matter, its so loud. I'm SO pissed off about things at this point, that I fling the covers off of me, go out into the sitting area, unhook my stereo, bring the entire thing into my bedroom, find the most annoying station I can find on the radio, turn the speakers against the wall, and turn it up as loud as it can go, and left it on for over an hour.....When i finally turned it off....it was dead silent on the other side. I'm a spiteful bitch...and i'll be the FIRST one to admit it.

I wonder what ELSE can go wrong today.....