Bad Day! Bad Day! Bad Day! Bad Day!

Location: Madrid, Spain

Monday June 14, 2010

If you don’t like bitching, you should probably skip this blog entry and move on to the next one. Pretend it’s the thirteenth floor of Wayside School. Things that happened to me that day (Yes, that’s right I’m taking the passive, accidental-se style, because I take no fault for these little shitty things that happened to me on the day that I would most likely to be ran over by a car… or a train):

1) As I was waiting for the morning bus to go to the IES Centre, I found that my abono ticket was missing from my large, orange, not-awkward-at-all, plastic abono identification protection thingy. Where in the world was my 30€ pass?

2) I texted Carmen to not wash my clothes yet, because it could have been in the pockets of my jeans. She had already thrown it in the wash, so she took all the wet things out to look through the pockets after not being able to find the abono that I thought was left on top of my desk, even though I insisted her to not worry about it.

3) I was late for class, because I had to suck it up and do the 25-minute walk.

4) Midterm in art history. Okay, fine. It was easy as pie (dessert… not the body part). But it got pretty boring and tedious…

5) It was actually sunny and warm, and I had left my swimming-gear at home.

6) I came home to find that Carmen had searched throughout the house in search of the abono. I felt so bad that I had made her worry about it.

7) I searched my room and all my stuff 3 times.

8) As I was opening my window because of the bipolar weather, I squashed my pinkie.

Good: I found my abono among my old metro tickets (same size and everything, that sly little bugger…) that had slipped into a brochure. Carmen must have put it into the pile of papers I have on my desk, as she was straightening up my room after I left…

9) The front door wouldn’t close as I was running out to meet Lauren to go to royal palace’s gardens, because another surprise deadlock was projecting out.

10) When I finally figured out the door and got all the way down to the lobby, I couldn’t remember whether or not I had set the alarm, so I had to go all the way back up, pulling a schadenfreude moment when I didn’t let some yelling lady into the closing elevator. The alarm was on.

11) I went tried going up an escalator that was going the wrong way during our metro line change… don’t know what possessed me. It turned out, I streak loudly when I’m surprised when the ground isn’t moving an unexpected way.

12) The garden was muddy and puddly swamp due to the monsoon earlier that day. My thin-soled sandals loved the all the mud.

At least the day finished well, because I got to watch Howl’s Moving Castle for the first time with Lauren and Jade. I really do love Miyazaki’s films. Something about them just touches the heart. And he knows how to make things extremely cute without making you want to barf in your mouth. We decided that we needed sweet turnip-headed scarecrows and boyfriends who can conjure up and give us portals to private, gay, florally places, and who can turn into giant-ass birds to protect us from bomb-shooting zeppelins.