So much for Spring Break

Well there are two days left of Spring break. I am not counting Sunday cause it’s Easter, then Monday is back to school. How lame is that? I hate having spring break BEFORE Easter.  Things I planned on doing but didn’t accomplish: read book for sociology that I have to do book report on, catch up on 3 chapters of reading for sociology, get math homework done, do lots of research for the big English research project, read chapter for communications class, get paper work in order to apply for a scholarship.

Things I did accomplish: Sleep for 13 1/2 hours, picked up nails left by asshole roofers at Sugarmomma’s moms house, moved SM’s sis and kids away from asshole ex husband, went to another niece’s b- day party, went to asshole cousins confirmation, had friends over for lunch to visit which required 2 days of cleaning, had delicious fajitas that I have been craving for months, got taxes done(and by got taxes done I mean someone came to the house and did them for us) and we are actually getting a REFUND instead of having to PAY.

Today I reflect on the week’s accomplishments as well as the week’s failures. While feeling so overwhelmed and disappointed I’ll most likely get stressed out and try and cram all things I wanted to get done into these last two days completely ruining any relaxing effect that spring break might have had. Which has almost all been ruined anyways because today being the day after the first official day of spring we are having a snow storm. Yep a 6-10 inch, heavy, wet, windy, drifty, “don’t leave your house unless you have to” kind of snowstorm. Yesterday I was picking up nails left by the roofer at SM’s mom’s house and it was in the 40’s and sunny, I was outside in just a t-shirt. I grilled steak for fajitas and it was a pleasant, but cool evening. By 10pm last night it was freezing and windy.

 This morning I woke up to this sight:

Day light savings bullshit

I hate this stupidness. How can one hour fuck your body’s time-clock up so much? It seems to take forever to recover from one stupid hour. Why can’t they stop doing this? What if we just forgot to turn the clocks back in fall, would it really matter? I guess the one good thing about fucking everyone up with daylight savings time is the sudden extra light at dinner time. To celebrate the extra light SM and I are having steaks!

In the brisk 23 degrees of  bitter windiness and snow falling I will stand freezing my ass off for the succulent taste of open fired t-bones. Thanks to auntie and uncle who got us a new grill for Christmas, I can have delicious grilled food all year round.  Happy Daylight Savings Time!

You little fuckers

Yesterday I fell. Last week it warmed up enough to rain. Then, of course it got cold. The mess of rain and soggy snow left a layer of ice on everything. The grounds-keeping at school is a ridiculous joke so of course the entire parking lot and walk ways to and fro all the buildings are covered in ice and snow. By one particular building the ice is really bad, covering about 90% of the sidewalk. As careful as I was I started to slip, whipping my arms out of my coat pocket and flailing them around for leverage like a gay boy in show choir and my feet sliding around like I was James brown. Flailing around for what seemed like an eternity, I just about caught my balance as I was half bent over and then the weight of my backpack  shifted over my head and down I went. I laid there for a moment after saying fuck and sighing in shame and anger. I got up and a group of kids walked by staring at me and laughing. I immediately felt rage building up inside of me. I yelled at them “No really I’m fine, thanks for asking” and turned around and called them fucking assholes loud enough for everyone in eyesight to hear.  I had to make the walk of shame past all the little fuckers into the building with droplets on my face from the snow flying and then melting on my enraged face and my pants soaking wet from my ankles to the top of my waist.

I can’t stand these little rude ass, egotistical shitheads. I wanted to kick their fucking asses. I finally get to the point in my life where I have enough balls to really call someone out and beat the shit out of them and I can’t. You know these spoiled mother fuckers would end up getting me expelled and suing me. So instead of beating the shit out of them I blog about the pompass ass bitches and I go to class and when asked what happened to me I tell the entire class about what the little fuckers did hoping that will be enough to let it go.

Blizzard of 2008

Yesterday the whole state was canceled due to weather. Most of the state was hit with a nasty snow storm that produced up to 20 inches of snow. That’s right 20. We only got about 16-18 inches. I thought it was going to continue snowing throughout the night and the today but it didn’t.

At 10pm last night I realized that I had to go to class the next morning and that I hadn’t read the chapter and taken notes for our quiz. I stayed up to almost 1am preparing all my notes.

The best part of wakin’ up,it was not like that here. I was woken up in the morning to the sounds of sugarmomma shoveling outside the bedroom window, little nieces yelling and laughing, toothbrushes that sing songs, cords being hit against the wall in a fury to get ready on time and have your hair straightened, nieces that want to show you their rash but you can’t understand what they are saying because they are missing all four front teeth, and best of all: the sound of sugarmomma’s coat zipper slapping into the sides of the dryer over and over because she can’t stand wearing a damp coat and has to dry it immediately after shoveling.