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This test tomorrow is going to destroy me. I'm having such a bad day as a result. My pizza is also not here yet, so I can't even comfort food it away.

I just got back from the Roger's store. I got lucky with a friendly rep, as opposed to that obnoxious pink haired cunt who was rude to everyone. He was almost defensive when he asked me what I wanted him to do about my broken USB port. "Umm, point me in the next direction?"

Sometimes I think when you work a job for too long brain processes are rerouted around common sense, towards the easy answer instead. I know my coworkers do it too. So I have a phone number for Roger's tech support. I can phone tech support (tomorrow, since it's only Monday to Friday – ugh) to arrange an exchange at the Bay & Adelaide store. By exchange, I assume (and hope) he means even exchange for another 8800, or something similar. In the mean time I need to find someone with an 8800 to charge my battery so it can last one more day.

Last night I realized that my 8800 couldn't be charged anymore. The usb port was broken. Inspection lead me to find the piece dangling around inside like a limp noodle, unable to transfer power to my battery. I'm going to go to Roger's to see what can be done. Guaranteed this will be a disaster.

I'd like to say that today was the climax in what has been a series of bad weeks, but that would just be a lie. If anything, the climax would fall sometime near the end of this next week. But I don't even expect that.

I want to know what you would do in this situation. Say you have a best friend and a guy you like. A guy you like a lot more than you should like, buy guy you really like none the less. Now, your best friend and the guy you really like have a history. And unfortunate history where two years ago your best friend "smashed [the guy you really like's] heart into a million pieces".

Ok. Fuck it. I can't even begin to go through with this story. But the short version is that my best friend (who has a boyfriend), just went home with the guy I really like. The guy who told me we couldn't go home because he had to work tomorrow. Oh but don't worry, I got a phone call from the guy I like letting me know "so I don't worry". Fuck that shit. Because I (and everyone else for that matter) knows what's happening tonight. That will teach me to 1)have feelings and 2) trust people.

I am sick. I am sick and in a very bad mood. Today I realised that next week I have TWO term tests. Excuse me? What the hell? I JUST got back to school. My room is a mess, I'm still attempting to put everything away and organise shit in the way I like it. AND I HAVE TWO TERM TESTS? I'm going to lose my mind.

I see a plus in all this: This time yesterday I was afraid that the fact that anything and everything was enough to bother me was a bad sign. Now I just see it as a sense of foreboding doom that is these tests.

Another plus: I have one crazy blog to read and possibly tear apart, AND a crazy letter to read and tear apart.

Life could be much, much worse.

I like transit, more than I probably should. I can recite to you, for hours on end, what the problems with the TTC are, and why people who drive SUVs can actually be blamed. I can tell you that the Spadina line is useless, and that the extension to York University (despite lack of funding) is even more useless. I can tell you that for the price of the subway extension we can fix transit problems in most of Etobicoke and Scarborough. But you don't care.

I say I'm a math student, but I don't think that's accurate. I like math a lot. I also like computer science equally as much. I wouldn't have gone to UW for math and computers if I didn't. I just hated it there, so now I'm stuck at UofT in limbo. Like a bad analogy for my whole life right now. If I'm lucky, I'll eventually study commerce and not hate it. But you don't care.

The list could go on. It could go on forever. The most important thing though, is that I'm a person. As a person, I'm subject to the same crap caused by emotions as everyone else. And guess what. Feelings fucking suck – but you already know that. In fact, you know a lot of things. It's ridiculous when you think about it. Because in the end, you just don't care. You knew, and it doesn't mean anything. I'm just a piece of meat; another notch. So I’m left hoping that it will work out anyway. Well, thanks for not caring. Not caring about me at least.

• Sleep in until work on Monday.
• Practice a lot of piano on Tuesday.
• Work out until you can't move.
• Buy gerbils to replace your dead hamster on Wednesday.
• Work, then argue with your mother about the need to keep said gerbils (they're omg cute).
• Finally get in contact with your friend who's leaving about details on Thursday.
• Work some more, ignoring the fact that your friend is leaving.
• Get a sweet, sweet phone call from Nancy.
• Picture all the ass Stoner is kicking at her competition.
• Have a lot of sleepovers.
• Busy yourself driving all over to find piercing sprays on Friday.
• Get Starbucks, because Starbucks makes everything ok.
• Arrive at the airport, realize everything is not ok, have another Starbucks.
• Leave airport, talk about anything at all to occupy your mind (traffic, idiots, whore's that wear Abercrombie).
• Go STRAIGHT to release of new McFly movie.
• Drool over how adorable Dougie is. Rinse, repeat (time twelve).
• Go out to Tim Horton's with Sarah, Adam and drunk Miguel.
• Feel really bad for Chris for having to put up with Miguel.
• Realize people are going to kill you, find new Tim Horton's.
• Have another sleepover.
• Find a job delivering hardwood on Saturday.
• Have near death experience involving your brother, a van with 3 tonnes of hardwood, and a stop sign.
• Spend Sunday complaining about pain.
• Go to party with cast and crew of Wonderland's School of Rock.
• Work a twelve hour day on Monday.
• Give two weeks notice to end smoothie whoring.

I was in a bad mood, so I decided to browse around the internet. America is going to hell in hand basket, and Morrissey is boycotting Canada because we're cruel for supporting the seal hunt. Someone needs to tell that idiot that most of the seals aren't actually clubbed. Although right now I feel like clubbing someone, so maybe I'll tell him. Then club him.

Yesterday was supposed to be an amazing day. I didn't work at all. I was supposed to pick Jeremy up, I was supposed to get Starbuck's with Nancy, and I was supposed to drive Jeremy's roommate Alex to get boxes to move out. I was going to get sweet Asian dinner and play monopoly.

When you think about it, I still did all those things. I also did something else, something so incredibly stupid that it makes even me shake my head in pity. After almost causing three separate accidents at Sheridan, I stopped to talk to someone and chipped my tooth on the window of my car. That's right: I CHIPPED MY TOOTH, on the WINDOW OF MY VAN.

I don't even know how that works. I don't think I would ever be able to recreate the position my body was in when my face slammed into the window and I chipped my front tooth. I do know that I spent most of the day feeling like an idiot while the nerve endings in my teeth were freaking out at each other yelling "MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!" It's been throbbing ever since.

Now I'm lucky that my dentists also happen to be my neighbours, and that I can freak out and hopefully get it fixed really, really soon. However, if you do see me before that happens, do try and be casual as you try and figure out which tooth has been chipped. Or else I might punch you in the face to return the favour and chip your tooth too. It's all out of love, I promise.