Even though bad days in my past can strongly out-weigh this one, my worst day so far this semester was last Thursday. My boyfriend lives up by Hyalite, and around 3 in the morning, my dog Ruby began to bark (really, really ferociously) at the front door. I had just fallen asleep an hour earlier, and was really pissed off to be woken up again. I walked to the door where she was barking and opened it up to let her go outside. As soon as I opened the door, I realized what a mistake that was... a large black bear was sitting on the upstairs porch, on his butt, smiling up at me, having a hell of a snack of egg shells, corn cobs, meat/fat scraps, old pasta, thrown out rotten veggies, and whatever else we had thrown away that week. I freaked out, grabbed my dog before she could get herself eaten, and put her in the bedroom. After we scared the bear off the porch, he was still really hungry and walked all around the outside of the house, taking down every single bird-feeder (that we had just filled up that weekend) and polished off the seeds.
I included a picture of this awful bear who we later named Bozo. (only because he came back every night after his fantastic meal)Well, around 4ish I finally fell back asleep and woke up again around 7, freezing, because the heater had broken. I walked into the kitchen to make coffee, only to find that we were all out. Instead, I just fed my dog. As I was setting down the water bowl, I accidentaly nudged my boyfriends cell phone, and it fell off the counter into the full bowl of dogwater. I pulled it out as quickly as I could, but it was too late. The blackberry that he had gotten in the mail the week earlier was ruined. I heard about that accident the rest of the morning- needless to say, he was not impressed. When it was time to go to school, I ran outside in the 4 feet of snow to start the trucks. Low and behold, I left my truck bed light on and the battery had died. After we finally could clear out enough to snow to get another truck in for a jump, my Boyfriend had missed his first class, so he left immediately. So, I hopped in my truck and started going down the road. You can imagine what happened next- my back tires began to slide as I went around the hairpin of a corner on Hodgeman canyon road, and my entire tail end was in a really deep rut. I could not dig myself out, all I could do was wait until noon when someone would come back to the house and pull me out.
I got pulled out of the rut just after noon, and drove to my house to drop off Ruby. As soon as I opened the front door of our house I could smell it. My sisters little dog had taken a huge dump, right front in center, on our white carpet. There were also two poops in the living room. And one upstairs in my room as well. Ugh. I made a quick attempt to clean them up then drove to campus to get some last minute studying in for Sexson's Nabokov exam. As soon as I got to school, the line for pay parking was 10 deep, so I parked down by the school police station. I got out of my truck, put on my jacket, then ate shit. On the ice. I still have the bruise on my leg to prove it. So I walked all the way to the library getting more and more nervous for the test that I can never seem to be preparred for. (I dont think I have ever gotten above a C on a sexson test) Low and behold, I get to class, start the exam and am feeling pretty good. The first two pages were easy, I was flying through them... then I reached the dreaded second half of the test and panicked. Yep- another C.
I left school feeling like crap. Called my mom, she didnt answer the phone. (she never answers the phone when I want her to.) I almost reach the truck when my cell phone beeps. Its an email. Overdraft Notice from Wells Fargo. Great, just my luck. Driving home was not much more fun. Since the roads were awful, people were driving around 3 miles per hour, and I swear it took almost an hour to get to Durston. Later that night I decided to go bowling with some girl friends. I offered to drive because I wanted to be able to get back home early enough. I was driving across 19th street when the light changed to yellow, so, I accelerated to try and beat the red light. I beat the light. But not the cops. All of a sudden, two cars are behind me with their lights flashing, so I pull over. The cop walks up, shines his light in my eyes and asks for my licence and proof of insurance. I cant find my insurance. Since I was panicky, the cop asked if I had been drinking. I said no, but my friends had had some beers so they smelled a little like alchohol. The cop asked me to step out of the car for a sobriety test! (great night to leave the warm jacket at home. Jeeeez!) I spent the next twenty minutes on one foot, two feet, turning in circles, watching fingers and laughing when asked to say the alphabet backwards. Thank goodness I was sober, cause I passed the tests with flying colors. However, the cop informed me that my licence had expired and was upset that I didnt have my insurance on me, so he wrote me a nice little ticket. (This would make my insufficient funds in the bank look even better)
After this last experience, I decided not to go bowling. It was not my lucky day and I didnt want anything else to go wrong. I pulled up to my house and went upstairs. I opened up my backback to look at what I needed to do for the next week- only to realize I had a paper due bright and early in the morning. Great, another late night for me. Anyways. Yes, Thursday was a really bad day for me, and thanks for encouraging me to have such a bad day as this so I could have something to blog about. ;)
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