despite today beign the fucking day from hell (a little exaggerated) walking home, i felt surprisingly good. i did not do much in the morning just washed my clothes and finally read the questions for my next (and, praise God, final) round of assignments (this set is gonna be a bitch like all the rest). i think i pretty much pissed away the rest of the time playin around with layouts and editing pics. then i was kinda bored (or maybe horny) so i logged on to go look for porn and pics for my layout but i didn't find anything interesting but i stayed on for a whole half-hour reading diaries and mail.

my mother had called me at like 7:00 am to tell me her friend was coming in with some stuff for me so i had to go to the airport to meet her @ 2:30pm. so she calls me again when i'm just puting on my shoes to leave and of course its already 2:25 coz i took so damn long to get ready without realising it. then i rush out to the airport i.e. walk 10-15mins to the taxi stand and then another 5-10 mins drive to the airport. of course i'm late but i figured she would be just getting out when i got there given the normal tardiness of flights and the time it takes to exit the terminal but OF COURSE the place was empty that time of day and she didn't have any luggage so she was gone by the time i got there. 3:00 i give up waiting tor her to come out and she calls my cell from the hotel, now i gotta all the way up there to get it.

i hop in a taxi back to the main road and (yay me!) call 411 from my cell to get the hotel's no. then call the hotel to find out how to get a taxi to take me there then ask the taxi driver how to get to where those taxis are(these are the kind of simple things other people do without thought that give me a feeling of self worth when i do them). ok so next i get on a bus on the main road when i really should have gone on the bus route instead coz although it woulda cost me an extra $3 i might have been there sooner and i might have been ahead of the rush hour comuters(i'm getting ahead of myself). i get to town and i'm supposed to go to charlotte street but of course i go the wrong way and have to ask somebody else only to be told to turn around and walk back down the same two blocks again, then walk all the flippin way up charlotte St. to duke street only to find no taxis and a bunch of people waiting. i must have waited more than a half hour before i could push my way into one.

Oh, of course, while standing there in those flipping shoes, who is standing lower down waiting for the same taxi but a lucian (some one from back home). i don't really know him but his father and my mom are friends. i saw him and i pretended i did not recognise him so he came up to me and basically said 'u're a lucian right?' so i told him who i was and we stumbled through the usual 'what u doin here' etc., etc. and coinkidink of all coinkidinks he's goin the same place as me to get something from the same person. so i'm stuck with him and his girlfriend (i.e. it woulda been easier to get a car alone). anway so 4:30 rolls around which by the way is the time today's class started. a couple mins later i guess, the 3 of us finally get a car and off we go - minor glitch: the driver forgets where we are stopping off but luckily i know where the hotel is. in and out of the hotel no problem, more talking bout school / being in TNT and whatever.

we get a taxi back to town. go back to the bus station. i needed to get some cash from the atm so i was finally rid of them. i whip out my card but i cant get the door open coz i cant find where to put the card some guy noticed and said something 'like push it up'. i mean i figured out where the slot was but writting this i realise how a dirty mind (like mine) coulda changed the meaning of a statement like that. after i got the money i finally bought back a phone card for my aunt and got on a bus. by the time i got to where i stop off for school it was 5:30 and i figured it didn't make sense to go to a class an hour late esp. since it prob only had 3 people like last week so i just went home.

my other aunt where i was staying last year and where some of my mail still goes had told me that she had a letter for me so i passed there first to collect it. and it was the letter i thought it was from poetry.com saying that they're gonna put my poem in their book. I'm tired of typin.

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