My Oh My How Things Change!
What started out as the worst day in history turned out to make up for itself in SPADES by the end.
Things that happened:
8:59 am
FUCKING QCARD!: Does QCARD say you’re not preregistered?
Jon [last name]: I can’t even get onto QCARD.
FUCKING QCARD!: Fucker.
Jon [last name]: Ya.
FUCKING QCARD!: MUSC 171 is slowly being filled, but I’m not FUCKING PREREGISTERED
Jon [last name]: Is there any way to do that now?
FUCKING QCARD!: I already did it, twice.
FUCKING QCARD!: For astro.
FUCKING QCARD!: And although MUSC 171 is for non-MUSC students, apparently I can’t get in.
Jon [last name]: Bummer. Have you tried calling Queen’s?
FUCKING QCARD!: It’s working now, but only for astro type courses.
FUCKING QCARD!: Gah! I have to be at work in 1 minute!
Jon [last name]: Oh man. Well, good luck with everything.
FUCKING QCARD!: Fucker.
It warns me I can’t take any higher cisc courses, then boots me off because I’m no longer in the encrypted part of the system!
FUCKING QCARD!: I hate fucking Queen’s.
Jon [last name]: How come you’re still there then?
FUCKING QCARD!: Sorry, this is what happens when I’m stressed.
Jon [last name]: np. I understand.
FUCKING QCARD!: See ya, fuck Queens
I arrive at work 20 minutes late.
I work. I’m supposed to work till 3, but decide to stay an extra two hours due to scheduling changes. No problem, I’ll just get Daddy-o to drop off my tooth meds at 4.
4:00
My Dad arrives, but for some reason without meds. He’s called Queen’s and has cancelled the music course I had finally managed to sign in to. I panic. He waits at the local brew-your-own-beer place while I work for another hour, but he brews for 2 and we end up at home at around 6:30, with me clutching my cheeks in pain. So yeah, that sucked.
Then, the turnaround.
We drive home, I get myself all drugged up, and I check my site statistics. Turns out On The Fritz has fantastically Blogrolled me! Yes! This guy (Fritz) totally rules, and I’m very disappointed Desiree Gold, Teen Correspondent has “decided to quit.” Sigh, a bright light in comedy is fading. RIP Desiree Gold.
Shortly thereafter, we head over to Best Buy where I buy a 128MB Compact Flash card and a CD wallet for 128 CD’s. The good part: the wallet was misfiled, and I get an $80 wallet for $40! Booyah!
On to Futureshop.
I get my camera! (This last sentence must be sung in order to get the full effect of my story.) For $40 off, once again. The guy who sells it to me tells me that the camera I’m buying is both automatic and manual, which brightens my day even more. Thank you thank you thank you, Artour. You rule.
Shopping trip ends with me treating all but Mom (who’s too cold? Cold? You’re Canadian!) to Frosties. Excellent!
The day has semi-ended, except I just got a message from Malbon who probably wants to do something, so who knows? The night is young.
And I have a camera.