...but in this case I have to. I don't have anyone else to listen, and I do not feel like telling any IM Contacts or dAmn people everything in a wall of text.


So as a warning:



And all swear words for your convenience will be replaced with the number "9000".


My dad is currently in the hospital complaining of the worst stomach pain he ever had in his life - he's even going so far as to saying it's worse than breaking your femur or *gasp* giving birth. He's been given about 16mg of Pain medication (I couldn't catch it). This happened at like 3 AM in the morning when I was asleep, and I wasn't told. No note, no phone message telling me to feed the dogs, they told my sister but not ne, To top it off, my sister's gone into EXTREME *9000*-mode. And first off, when my sister is in *9000*-mode period you do NOT say ANYTHING to her. You don't even look at her you let her go on her murderous rampage.

So she's started yelling all sorts of words and honking the horn at our psychotic drivers. We have wide roads and people think that means "drive like a maniac" or "Speed limit 35 = 50".


Then on top of that, while I was walking to get something to eat a jogger plowed RIGHT INTO MY BACK. And he just said "*lord's name in vain* watch where you're going" and got back to his jogging - didn't even check to see if I was alright. Excuse me? The eyes on the back of my head I apparently have couldn't see you, I had a hood up. If anything YOU should have simply walked to the side - it takes, what, one second? Or maybe even a little "Look out behind you" or even very calmly saying "OUT OF MY *9000*ING WAY!!"? It's bad enough that the concept of "Dismount zones" and "Bike-lanes" are unlearnable to more than half our campus. (And not just the skateboarders who think it's a good idea to skate in front of the student centre at 11 AM. -_-) That jogger could probably be arrested for assault or Hit and Run - I'm only thankful it wasn't Zinedine Zidane cause I ahve no Red Cards. If it were up to me that Jogger would be fined at least $50 for reckless jogging.


Update 4:55 PM MST
I called my sister, who is still nearing *9000* mode. They think it's my dad's gallbladder and they're talking about doing exploratory surgery.


So to any deviants who have read this far, I thank you for actually taking the time do so, and I apologize that I have nothing to make it worthwile, except that there are no links to the song "FISH HEADS!" here.