Current mood:

aggravated

Fuck Advanced Placement tests.
Fuck alarm clocks.
Fuck studying.
Fuck that lady in the guitar store in Jackson Heights.
Fuck train delays.
Fuck public payphones.
Fuck Ticketmaster.

But if you want to fuck Deftones and The Fall of Troy, you've gotta fuck NYC.


I took my AP Biology test today, my right hand is still numb from it. I wish I never gave up on my left hand so I could use both hands to write...that would have helped. Yeah, fuck right-handedness too. After three hours or so of that crap, I wandered the streets to find a local Ticketmaster to get tickets to see Deftones with The Fall of Troy in June at Roseland but nooooo, the only Ticketmaster I've ever known to be around here freakin' closed! The fat woman there told me there was on in Steinway so I took a chance of using my student metrocard again to go find the location.

Nada. Mucho gracias, puta.


I walked back and forth Jackson Heights as well as Steinway for a good hour and a half in the blistering heat only to just give up. So to my restaurant I went, hungry for some lunch since a jelly donut for the entire day and that test wouldn't suffice. Fuck ab workouts. I needed to eat.

I was also wondering how to get home since I used up all my student metrocard rides and I only had a 100 dollar bill with me. I don't even think they sell metrocards to minors with a benjamin. Lucky for me (the only luck the whole day) my stepdad was hanging out at the restaurant so he could drive me home (before I even got to eat lunch D: hmmp!). We did have to drop someone off but that's fine as long as I could sit, rest, breathe and stuff my face in front of the A/C. I'm finally home and happy to be forgetting about the hell I've had with that damn class. I don't even care anymore. I had nothing to lose except my time. If, through some miracle, I scored a 4, that's cool and that's six more credits from Syracuse.

If not, fuck Biology 101.