It’s 8:27 am and here I sit in the library awaiting my 8:30 am class. To those of you who know me, you may be asking yourselves “Why are you so ON TIME for your class, when regularly you are at least 20 minutes late?” Now, I will begin to explain why I am so ON TIME for my class.

Last night I discovered that for some reason, my toilet no longer seems to function properly.

That means that this morning, I could not USE my toilet for its intended use. My bodily functions were constrained, and therefore I had to RUSH to school in order to use the public bathroom (that are in very good conditions if I do say so myself, kudos to the janitors). Rushing, under harsh weather is not fun… the weather here is dreadful. It’s been raining non stop for like three days or something. Which reminds me, back in December I lost my umbrella (and then I declared it stolen) and aaaaaaall these months I’ve been walking around without one. So yesterday I decide “I need to buy an umbrella because this week is RAIN WEEK.” So I go to Walgreens and buy, what seems to be, the earth’s most expensive umbrella. So $16 poorer, I am now fully equipped for this hurricane weather we’re having this week, and am happy that I don’t have to get wet anymore… “This new umbrella isn’t nearly as cool as my stolen umbrella, but hey, at least I’m ok.” I thought to myself. And that’s when one of my classmates walked inside the library with, what item? My old umbrella. “That’s MINE.”

So now I have 2 umbrellas.. and I find it rather ironic that on the same day I bought the new umbrella (with no hopes of ever seeing my old one), my old umbrella makes it stellar appearance.

Ha. Ha. Nice joke, God. I know you, Lord, and your ways…

OK, so back to the MAIN story. My toilet. So yes, that’s how my day started: RUSHING to school to use a toilet. And then it’s a whole mess, having to poop in a public bathroom. Cuz you really don’t want people to KNOW that you’re pooping inside the stall, so it turns into this whole battle to conceal your identity, it’s ridiculous. Of course, you start formulating new ideas on how to make the room STINK LESS, right? You know you’ve all done it, come on. Just fess up to it. You think “If I just POOP and immediately flush, the bathroom won’t stink!” Right, go ahead.

I followed this idea and, no. It’s not efficient; the bathroom still stinks.

So now the bathroom stinks. What do you do? CLEAN HOUSE AND RUN obviously. So you do whatever you have left to do, you rush and wash your hands, grab yo’ stuff and leave that bathroom ASAP, because you really don’t want people to catch you in the stench infested bathroom, while you’re still washing your hands. You also head out that door as fast as you can, because you REALLY don’t want people to see you leave the bathroom as soon as THEY go in… cuz they WILL know you just pooped there and that you’re trying to leave as fast as you can, to save yourself the embarassment of knowing that people know you pooped. You KNOW this is true.

Anyway, it is now 8:45 am. And I am 15 minutes late for my class.

RIGHT ON TIME :]

xRegner

Did you know I cannot speak French? I pretend like I can, because I pronounce made up words with a French accent and proceed to tell people that I’ve been studyin French since I was little, but really I’m just a tease. Also, did you know I’m officially going to Europe this summer? I shall be arriving in Manchester airport on June 5th if all goes according to plan. Right now oz and I are at what I like to call The Planning Stage. Not a very original name, but it’s clear and speaks for itself.

Obviously this is a very important stage because hell… it’s the trip itinerary. lol. Enough said. But also we begin to see small and subtle indications of what are going to be, in my opinion, potential obstacles. Things like “Are we allowed shampoo on our carry-on luggage?” and being replied to with a simple “No.” is a surefire indication that we’re going to have a problem. I won’t get into details, but let’s just say that high altitudes make my head oily. I thought I would be able to kind of SHOWER in the plane, but let’s be realistic. Not even I would go through the trouble of that, even if I was allowed shampoo on board.

Other things like this following conversation, forces one to re-evaluate the necessities [and I do mean necessities] in this trip:

oz says:
u can only bring ONE bag ok?

[reggles] says:
One big bag? is this a RULE?

oz says:
yes for the flight

[reggles] says:
seriously?

oz says:
well u can take a small one on the plane

[reggles] says:
so i can’t bring a messenger bag with stuff ON me as well?

oz says:
its 15KG the main bag

oz says:
and a very small bag like a rucksack

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Shelly… says:
LOL reg only 2 shoes

[reggles] says:
i can’t really wear the chocolate ones cuz you know they make my feet bleed

Shelly… says:
2 pairs!! and thats the law

[reggles] says:
3?

Shelly… says:
nope 2…one for walking one for pretty stuff and okay ….sandals

[reggles] says:
we’ll see