So I come home yesterday. A cord is laying in the middle of the street, I duck under it in fear of being electrocuted.
Turns out the ****ING garbage man knocked the ****ing cable over and drove off. This took out our TV, internet and phone. We had nothing. My Dad calls Cox, and they say they'll send them out. He calls again, turns out they weren't schedueled to come out until FRIDAY **** THAT. They come out ina few hours after some telling them to **** off and get their asses out here and they don't have the right cord. So this morning they come back and now it's fixed.
Also, 1st session of summer school is finished.
Stupid ****ing garbage man. I'm leaving him a note. I couldn't even log into steam because it needed anupdate and would refuse to go into offline mode without it. Ugh, ****ing piece of shit.
And now I have a huge headache after another tedious bike ride.
Oh, and we had this propaganda project thing where we choose or make-up a thing to sell and act out a commercial for it. These girls who are SUPER-MEGA-ULTRA-WEABOO came up and had pastels, and pencils. It had no propaganda in it and was basically just an art show for them. And...they were wearing komonos or however you spell it. You know when someone is so weaboo, that you're embarassed FOR THEM and you find yourself thinking "Oh god just stop and end it".
Yeah...however one of them was hot. The other....well I had to man the ****ing harpoons but realized it was no match so I used a masterball and caught the snorlax standing in front of the class.
