This is a Bad Day

Point form only. Can't handle complete sentences right now.

• On bus ride to school, a man collapsed. At first I thought the bus had hit something, but then I saw this young guy flat on his back. Pallid. No one knew what to do. Eventually, some people helped him up and the colour came back to his face. He swore up and down that he was fine and left the bus. All passengers fairly traumatized, myself included.
• Not five minutes later, bus slammed on brakes and narrowly avoided a snowplow. Scary.
• Learned this morning that a good portion of my class got interviews for summer internships to the Montreal Gazette. I am not one of them. Now, I'm not in love with the Gazette, so I am not completely heart-broken but this does clinch the fact that I'll be moving back to Toronto this summer. And Montreal summers are so lovely. Montreal in general is so lovely. Leaving will be difficult.
• Had to haul 40 pounds of Sony camera and a tripod from NDG to my apartment halfway across the city. It sucked.
• Thought I could totally make the metro car, until its doors closed right in my face. It would have been funny if it wasn't me.
• Spilled change everywhere.
• Very nearly clocked someone in the head with the aforementioned tripod (accidentally).
• Achilles heel injury caused by gym shoes aggravated by winter boots, resulting in icky blood-encrusted socks.
• Spilled alfalfa sprouts all over the fridge. Cursed God irrationally.
• Just spent ten elevator-muzak-filled minutes on hold for a ten second conversation.

It's only 3 o'clock.

I'm not leaving my fucking room for the rest of the day.

(Now playing: "Un Mauvais Quart D'Heure a Passer", Ria Bartok)