Not for the faint of heart.

I skipped Dieter's class. It's only the second, and I always sit in the front, so he will most likely notice. I realized two classes into my four back-to-back classes, that wimmen troubles had come upon me. The question was whether or not I could put off dealing with it for another three hours. The answer came as I was on the bus to the other campus. It came in the form of crippling, stabbing pelvic pain.

The answer was no. I got off at the bus stop, and crossed the street to get a bus back the other way. Bitter cold, and I am in so much pain I'm nauseous and desperately trying to not start crying and screaming. 10 minutes later, a bus comes. And is immediately filled with horrible little college urchins. I have to wait for the next one. It arrives shortly. "None of these people know how much pain I'm in" I repeat in my head like a little mantra. On the bus, some retard wants me to explain where some building is. I think I did so, but I can't really remember, as I was too focused on my BLOODY TORMENTING PAIN!!!

Get off bus. Move quickly into the convenience mart. Purchase Advil. Leave store. Cross street. Climb stairs. Get to dorm. Cannot enter dorm, as access card has chosen this moment, with no cause whatsoever to stop working. Cry. Pull self mildly together enough to walk to housing office. Enter housing office. Wait, while some twit explains to some jock about how to file a hardship claim because he lost his stupid jock scholarship. Only other working person there is on phone. 5 minutes later, am assisted. In the middle of "processing my request" the phone rings again. BLINDING DEBILITATING PAIN!!

Finally, I sign some form, get new card, walk back to dorm, get in dorm, walk up stairs, enter room, throw belongings onto floor, make nessecary attire adjustments, down an as of yet unknown amount of Advil, curl up into small ball on bed, whimper.

Luckily, I can go home tonight. And I can start taking my irony pills which will supposedly stop me from having horrible evil pain in this way. First I have to go to another class, and buy more books.

And the drugs haven't really kicked in yet. Oh, and I almost sprained my ankle before getting on said bus.

You know, the more I think about it, the more I feel that I really deserve an explanation for why my life sucks so much.