When I woke up this morning feeling like I wanted to vomit, I should have known it was a sure-fire indication of what was to be expected during the entire day. Trust me, waking up feeling like everything you’ve ever eated wants to gush out of your mouth at extreme speeds is not a fun feeling. Especially when you’ve just woken up. It’s like “Hi. Good morning, I’m PUKE, and I want to leave your body. Have a great day, Regner.” Yes thanks, it has started marvelously.

Moving ON- You know how sometimes in life we start projects that never seem to end? You know. Everyone’s done one at some point. It could be anything really… scrapbooking, painting the living room, doing your garden… designing an apartment complex. Anything. Well yeah, unfinished projects are one of life’s most unenjoyable things. That and ghonorrea, I imagine, but I have no experience in the latter, so I just hypothesize. I’m just saying. Sometimes things just have to END.

It’s been 8 months since I was assigned my latest burden: the apartment complex we had to design. Yes, 8 months I’ve been working on that piece of crap and I hate it. I hate everything about it. Beautiful building, yes, but I hate it. Eight months is way too much time, and it never ends, you know? Do you KNOW what 8 months is? By December, my project will be 9 months old. Do you have any idea what this is?! It means that If this project was a human freaking BABY, I should be giving birth in like 2 weeks. I’m dead serious. My project is a baby, my mind is the whomb and I, Regner, am the dearest MOMMY who should be glowing. I, however, am not glowing, I am nauseous.

Being the responsible young man that I am, i go off to print out my latest drawings at this evil place called “Instant Print”. Instant being the operative word here. Ok, instant WHATEVER. I waited for what seemed to be my entire lifetime, but whatever. I survived. What a shocker lol. Sooooo I was going to pay for my 6 drawings when all of a sudden “DECLINED”. My card was declined.That really topped it off. From that point on a complete sense of helplesness overcame me. From this point on, I realized…”I’m poor.” From that point on, I knew that the day was definitely going to go awfully awry.

Had I a tail… it would be in between my legs… and then some. I walked away and decided it was time to head to school. I put on my earphones, begin to listen to my sweet music on my iPod. I’m walking oh SO cool man. OH so cool. That’s when I almost got hit by a car.

I didn’t even NOTICE that my life was about to end. My music kept me too occupied. The only indication of my near death experience? Loud, vulgar construction workers. I guess the stereotypes for Puerto Rican construction workers are true. They began yelling at me… probably profanities, I couldn’t tell. I could only see their taunting faces making fun of me for nearly suffering a tragic death… hit by a car while crossing the street. THAT would have been grand. Books, sunglasses, and crap flying everywhere, while the stupid construction workers show me a smile through their yellow teeth. Yep, that’s how I want to die.

But I just kept on walking, you know? Never mind the fact that everyone on the street saw that I had almost gotten hit by a CAR. Never mind that I have $9.11 on my account. I just kept on walking. Because you know what? At the end of the day, the sun keeps on shining, and the birds keep on chirping and all I can do… is walk. ~snorts~ lol OKAY.

When I woke up this morning feeling like I wanted to vomit, I should have known it was a sure-fire indication of what was to be expected during the entire day. Trust me, waking up feeling like everything you’ve ever eated wants to gush out of your mouth at extreme speeds is not a fun feeling. Especially when you’ve just woken up. It’s like “Hi. Good morning, I’m PUKE, and I want to leave your body. Have a great day, Regner.” Yes thanks, it has started marvelously.

Moving ON- You know how sometimes in life we start projects that never seem to end? You know. Everyone’s done one at some point. It could be anything really… scrapbooking, painting the living room, doing your garden… designing an apartment complex. Anything. Well yeah, unfinished projects are one of life’s most unenjoyable things. That and ghonorrea, I imagine, but I have no experience in the latter, so I just hypothesize. I’m just saying. Sometimes things just have to END.

It’s been 8 months since I was assigned my latest burden: the apartment complex we had to design. Yes, 8 months I’ve been working on that piece of crap and I hate it. I hate everything about it. Beautiful building, yes, but I hate it. Eight months is way too much time, and it never ends, you know? Do you KNOW what 8 months is? By December, my project will be 9 months old. Do you have any idea what this is?! It means that If this project was a human freaking BABY, I should be giving birth in like 2 weeks. I’m dead serious. My project is a baby, my mind is the whomb and I, Regner, am the dearest MOMMY who should be glowing. I, however, am not glowing, I am nauseous.

Being the responsible young man that I am, i go off to print out my latest drawings at this evil place called “Instant Print”. Instant being the operative word here. Ok, instant WHATEVER. I waited for what seemed to be my entire lifetime, but whatever. I survived. What a shocker lol. Sooooo I was going to pay for my 6 drawings when all of a sudden “DECLINED”. My card was declined.That really topped it off. From that point on a complete sense of helplesness overcame me. From this point on, I realized…”I’m poor.” From that point on, I knew that the day was definitely going to go awfully awry.

Had I a tail… it would be in between my legs… and then some. I walked away and decided it was time to head to school. I put on my earphones, begin to listen to my sweet music on my iPod. I’m walking oh SO cool man. OH so cool. That’s when I almost got hit by a car.

I didn’t even NOTICE that my life was about to end. My music kept me too occupied. The only indication of my near death experience? Loud, vulgar construction workers. I guess the stereotypes for Puerto Rican construction workers are true. They began yelling at me… probably profanities, I couldn’t tell. I could only see their taunting faces making fun of me for nearly suffering a tragic death… hit by a car while crossing the street. THAT would have been grand. Books, sunglasses, and crap flying everywhere, while the stupid construction workers show me a smile through their yellow teeth. Yep, that’s how I want to die.

But I just kept on walking, you know? Never mind the fact that everyone on the street saw that I had almost gotten hit by a CAR. Never mind that I have $9.11 on my account. I just kept on walking. Because you know what? At the end of the day, the sun keeps on shining, and the birds keep on chirping and all I can do… is walk. ~snorts~ lol OKAY.