sigh What a crappy, crappy day I had today. However, this is mostly due to my own feeblemindedness.
First off, right from when the alarm went off, I was tired. Why? I stayed up until very late at night, knowing full well I was staying up too late. Then, when I did wake up, my first motion was to hit the snooze alarm. Again, stupid move on my part.
Well, I finally got up, showered, got dressed, and packed up for school. I had some extra materials to bring to school today too, so I barely had enough time to get it ready. I carried this box of stuff, my bag of books, and my jacket out the door and slammed it behind me. Then, I juggled everything to get my jacket on, and then panic sets in. OH NO! It hit me! I balanced my stuff in one hand as I frantically checked my pocket. No car keys! I must have left them in the house on my dresser. Well, I’d have just gone to get them…but I checked my other pocket, very…slowly. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. Sweet shimmering sheep shit, I forgot my house keys too! On top of this, nobody else was home. I was already running late and now I was totally screwed. Wait! Maybe the neighbour had a key! I thought I was home free, but no…no, she doesn’t have a key. She returned it after our last vacation. We have a key for her house, but that doesn’t help me. Crap, crap, crap.
So, I called my parents from the neighbour’s house, or attempted to. I have my mom’s work number/dad’s cellular phone number in my wallet. Where was that? On my bloody dresser. I luckily remembered my mom’s work number. However, she’s too far away. So she gave me my dad’s number. I called, but he was busy. I pleaded, and he said he’d be there when he could. So I sat and talked to my elderly neighbour for a while; what seemed like a very long while. Then, after a long time, my dad showed up. I got in, and was quickly off.
Got to the university, but because I didn’t go when I should have, there was no spots. I had to park at the other end of the campus. The box of materials I had with me must have weighed around 30 lbs. sigh I trecked around the university campus, and got to my class in time! Sweet! Except, apparently, I didn’t even really need to be there. Mostly review. Crap. So, I took my box of stuff to my next class (back near where I’m parked). The box contained many, many magazines, for collage animation. Well, a little over half-way through class, a fire-drill sounded. By the time we got out and back in, there was no time for my group to do our animating. Now, my friend and I can easily go in and do it later, but it meant that I carried that box around for nothing! Then, afterwards, my profs aren’t around anywhere, so I can’t even get a equipment booking sheet signed.
A very, very long, tiring, frustrating, craptastic day. And it was mostly due to my own imbecility. sigh 
Aw, Rob, that does suck. I’ve locked myself out before, more than twice, actually. Fortunately, we keep a key hidden in our yard. I had to climb our fence to get in there, though, and that was not fun. Good thing I didn’t have an audience.
God, what rude person were you talking to that kept you awake so late, anyway? 
Hmmm, I wonder? 