Vortexia's Secret

ok, before i get into the boring stuff about my day, i have to let you guys know about something incredible i just discovered. when i get home i check my mail and lo and behold i have a ton. all last week there was nothing, and now today i get ads out the wazoo and 3 bills! sheesh. so i sort through all the ads. discover coupons for free stuff at some store that just opened nearby so i held onto them just in case. then i saw an ad for one of the dollar stores. now there are two types of dollar stores... the ones where EVERYTHING truly is a dollar and you can go hog wild and never have to break a $20, and the type where things tend to be in the $1 range but may be more depending on the product. well this was one of my less favorite types (the one where you may pay more), but nevertheless i was awestruck at the first thing i noticed on the page. did you know that you can buy a LEATHER jacket for $20 at the dollar store?!? i even double checked to make sure it wasn't "leather" or misspelled as an imitation. but no, it was actually leather. and here i thought i had to buy my nice jackets at the mall. i don't need a jacket and will not be purchasing it, but i just thought i'd share.

so onto my day. we might as well go backwards just for kicks since i started with the most recent thing. so coming home tonight i developed my first hatred of drivers in my complex. since the place is fairly small and not a lot of traffic comes in and out, i've never had problems before. but tonight i come in with some idiot riding on my ass to get through the gate and then am looking straight into the grill of an old land yacht beater. so i squeeze to the side of that car (as he does nothing to angle out of the way since he is in the middle of the damn lane if we want to get technical about fault here)... what was i saying? oh yeah, so i squeeze around that bastard and prepare to turn into my little parking nook to find a space. i see a car coming, but a lady is crossing the street so i figure i can turn in first. oh no... the millisecond that the lady is across the part of the street that is covered by the car he's gunning it into the lot. actually he barely slowed for the lady and she just got lucky to be out of his way and he aggressively turned on his blinker the second he rounded the corner. he had gone the longer back route and sped through the rest of the complex to come up on the other side of me as i navigated around the land yacht. as he gets closer i realized it was the same asshole who was riding my ass to get into the apartment in the first place. so he turns in and i turn in behind him. he immediately slams on the brakes and i avoid hitting him, and then he finds the LAST SPACE in the lot. damn you fucker! i hope all the neighborhood dogs take a shit right under your car door and stray cats scratch your paint job. bastard. so i have to go to the far parking and huff it back with my extra heavy backpack. stupid punk ass prick bastard drivers.

the rest of the day was just blah. supposed to get a grade back but the prof lied. listened to boring lectures. raced the clock to try to find a little research to get me started on a major project. life as usual. i'm ready for the semester break!