Badass vs. Smartass

My day. Hm, let’s see. I set the alarm on my cell phone to wake me up at 5 am, for no other reason than the fact that I like odd numbers. I hung around, patched up something to eat that I don’t remember, got through my coffee-craving, a close buddy came online and we chatted till like 8:30, then I had to rush off to meet my jogging buddy on time, I was late anyhow because mom had hogged the bathroom at a moment’s notice. I had overworked myself the day before, so my ankles were absolutely strained, I couldn’t even walk let alone jog. Anyhow I was out of the house at 9, notwithstanding the fact that I was supposed to be there at 9 in the first place. Anyway, thanks mom. Pfft. I got there to find there’s some sort of security dilemma, with security guards all over the place, and those undercover queer-looking people with sunglasses, and people with walkie-talkies saying their 5 km away from something, and people prowling about gardens that are too young to be vagrants. It was plain scary, especially with the fact that my MP died on me, so now I could hear all the comments flying at me, I changed tracks fast and got back, calling my friend as soon as I did and told her to ditch. She got held back because some dudes in a car stopped near and wanted to pick her up. The little fuckers. Anywho, I got back to find someone had sent a document to be translated from Arabic to English. Apparently the document is a bigass research! I didn’t sign up for this, “helping out” did not include drudging for inhumane hours so that some old fart would skim over it and ditches it for picking his nose!

I had the Google translate on my side, being bilingual was never a good thing at that. It’s not my fault I don’t know “zorroof” is the same as conditions. 7 pages out of 14 into it, I research a term only to find the exact replica of the fucking research online! AFTER 7 HOURS OF FORCEFEEDING ARABIC WORDS INTO MY HEAD TO GET THEIR ENGLISH EQUIVALENT WHEN I DON’T KNOW THEM IN ARABIC IN THE FIRST PLACE, I FIND OUT THE OLD FUCK HAD JUST TRANSLATED IT FROM AN ONLINE SITE! My nerves. I could hear my brain cells dying as I drudged on. It was fucking too much. I copied and pasted the rest, wasn’t too nice to the person and swore on my coffee that I’m NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT helping *them* out again. Then, close buddy was back on, we agreed I’ll be getting Smartass 101 tutelage, since I’m already a badass. Right now I had a blinding headache which comes and goes in a flash, but will hang on for a bit because I promised them I’d be there if they couldn’t sleep. Now, I found out that I messed up my WMP lists by moving the location of most of the songs on an impulsive organizing fit. Fuck! Well, Good news, I have cupcakes sitting next to me, and I said no to the coffee that mom made for me without asking. That’s about it people. =/