So, I usually don't do the whole journal thing, but I thought I would today, because this day was... interesting.

I started my day off early yesterday morning pouring my heart out on my homework all damn night only to realize that I'd done everything a week ahead, and that I'd left the homework I actually intended to turn in at home. You can give me the sign any time you like.

I got to my writing class and realized I needed to go print up my homework because I neglected to do so the night before. I ran to the computer lab, realized I'd forgotten my ID card, ran back to the class room and to the lab again. I prepare to print up my essay and then realized 'Oh yeah, I'm supposed to pay for this.' I had no change. My girlfriend loaned me what change was in her wallet, only to find out they were FUCKING EUROS! So... I think I broke the change dispenser machine thing. Go me.

So, after printing up my homework, I went back to class, stapled everything together, battled sleep during a stimulating lecture and waited for the clock to strike that magical hour of ‘go the fuck home’. In the hallway, my friends and I were babbling about God knows what (I know it had something to do with breasts), and out pops a professor, clearly pissed, giving us that classically sarcastic tone of voice that some dry-humored people tend to use, telling to shut the fuck up. We kind of just... stood there. She didn't give us a chance to apologize. We were wondering why she was so blatantly rude. Granted, we were being a bit noisy, but had she given us the chance, we certainly would have apologized and shut the fuck up like she'd so nicely requested. The three of us agreed that she probably hadn't seen any action in quite some time. It helped mend our diminished egos.

So, after all that silly stuff I got in the car and headed home... only to realize my jump drive was missing. "Oh fuck me..." I thoroughly searched through my jacket and backpack before panicking. Once the precious item was not located, I finally let panic ensue.

'Oh Jesus Christ,' I thought, 'I've got so much shit on that jump drive.' It was true; I have a LOT of shit on that thing. A lot of important shit. I'm sure there was class work in there too (aren't I a star student?), but there were many other very important things in that drive to consider than just homework. The only thing my panicked mind kept thinking was 'Oh sweet fucking Christ. I have so much filthy, degenerate, wonderful smut on that jump drive! Someone's going to find my jump drive, look through it and vomit. And once that person has had a good hearty laugh at my expense, they'll return it and say "Oh yeah, you must be the sexual deviant! Here's your jump drive, pervert. Do Brendon and Tommy know you're desecrating their work?"' At that moment in my terrified mental rambling, I could literally see Brendon Small gouging my eyes out and fashioning me a Mexican Necktie while screaming "Toki was the innocent one!". Dear God I need a life.

I have to laugh, to keep from crying… ;_;