Well, before I get into a rant, I would like everyone to note a disturbing coincidence. Almost the moment I start talking about philosophy and fate, the comment system gets shut down (the guy who runs it got kicked off his service for no apparent reason). Is this some vast conspiracy by the powers that be to stop me from taking down the system? Is the very mention that someone may be onto their plans cause enough to attempt to stop all discussion of the problem? Is Karl Rove God? At least one of those is No, you can be sure (he'd be Satan first). Anyway, it certainly does seem odd to me. But the comments will apparently be back by the weekend, so either say what ya want then, or remain silent like most of you bums usually do.
On to business. Today, like most other days, was long, tedious, and mostly uneventful. I actually started the morning more energetic than I was by the time first period was halfway over. It's amazing how well hindsight can work sometimes. I think this semester would have been perfect with two minor adjustments. But nnoooo. Such are the failures of foresight. I suppose it keeps things interesting, but that certainly doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. Really, for all my complaints, the only actual burden is stress. It's really strange too, because it's irrational stress. Once you realize the vast majority of things you do will be forgotten eventually, rendering them worthless. My mind accepts it, but my subconscious looks at it, chews it a bit, then spits it out, and places it in a biohazard container that is immediately sent to Venus where it is expected to rot for a few thousand years until some sentient lifeform opens it and repeats pandora's box!
Where was I....Ummm....Oh yes. So today I was scheduled for a doctor's appointment at 3:45. Now, as many of you know, getting out of school is never easy. But getting out early is apparently even harder. In order to get to my appointment, I need to leave 10 minutes early. So, my mother prepares a nice, legible note complete with full information and confirmation number which I gave to the office this morning. Immediately something was off. Maybe it was the fear in the air. Maybe it was the screams and wails of utter terror coming from the background. Maybe it was the quite shifty look in the office worker's eyes. Or perhaps it was that I received the distinct impression that the woman did not know what she was doing.
Ah, utter cluelessness. The plague of many things, not the least of which is bureaucracy. Now, I'm under the influence of this peculiar defect often, and I must say, it can be rather interesting. It encourages one to run around screaming "DDOOOOOMMMMEEEDDD! WE'RE ALL DOOOOOMMMEEEDDDD!!!" But when it interferes with a job involving complex procedures of filing, dialing, and possibly conversing, it's a whole nother ball game. Suffice it to say, I heard neither hide, hair, or gallbladder of the note the entire day. Now, on the office's credit, my father didn't know I had an appointment today. So if they did in fact call him, he may have thought they were crazy, cursed them to the extent of not only making a sailor blush, but also feel so ashamed and shocked that he fully repented his sins and lived a life of seclusion and personal improvement the rest of his oh so short life, hung up, and subsequently threw a javelin through the chest of the mailroom worker that just happened to be handing him a fresh batch of sticky notes with which he uses to give paper cuts and leave bloody wads of paper stuck all over the door to his boss's office (that's a bit of exaggeration there folks, I'm pretty sure my dad's work doesn't have a mail room). Anywho, while I can give them some credit, it's annoying nonetheless.
And then, of course, there's the doctor's office. I rush over there (I would have actually been on time since Mrs. Sayers let me out 2 minutes early, but I got stuck behind a motionless school bus for 5 minutes and therefore didn't make the cut), and make it 3 minutes late. Then, the waiting starts. It really wasn't that bad, only about 45 minutes and I did have a book, but it is rather strange. Hurrying up to wait happens all the time. One would think there would be a more efficient system, somehow, so that you could actually arrive at a time where you'd be able to actually do whatever you needed to do as soon as you got there. What's that system? I don't know. If I was a tad more alert and wasn't just wasting time before jumping into homework and studying, I might have more profound insight. Instead, you're stuck with "Clean your elbows when you can, because believe me, from years of experience, no one will just do it for you." There.
One other note of minorly insignificant interest is that a genetic disease might be in my future. Apparently I have two or three symptoms of "Marfan's Syndrome." Now, there's a very minute chance that I've actually got it. I think most of them can be related to malnutrition-nutrition, but there you are. I've nothing against genetic diseases as long as they don't hinder my everyday life. However, some nifty power like superspeed, telepathic powers, or even amazing yo-yo skillz would be nice. I can't even do the basics like summoning a minor demon or even creating a small ball of dark matter to hurl at anything that looks at me the right way. Sometimes you just feel jipped by life, eh? Ah well, I guess I'll just need to hang around some radiation for awhile. If I'm lucky, I'll get some nifty ability like "Extreme Hair Growth" or "Really Big Shoes." A guy can dream, can't he? Oh, he can't? Since when? That long? Really? Why didn't anyone tell me? Isn't that your job?! What do you mean I didn't ask and I don't pay you?!?! Who have I been writing that paycheck to all these years then? Satan?! I wouldn't pay that hack anything; he's just a bum asking for handouts. We had a deal? What are you talking about? Oh. That. Are you sure mass memory wipes and time distortion costs that much? Well, I guess that makes sense. Hhmmm. Oh well.
Well, I've wasted just about as much time as I can. I know, I know, it'll be hard to stop reading this tripe. I understand. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll include the word "obstreperous" in today's entry for the word of the day. There. I just did it. Happy? I surely hope so. That's it, for now. Until next time...
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