So the other day, I had probably the worst day in the history of worst days. Actually, it wasn't really THAT bad, but all the tiny instances of bad-ness just pile up to give an overall impression of bad. It was such a bad day, that it's pretty funny, which is why I'm writing this up.
A few days ago, me and K (a good friend) decided that we should visit D (a capital city). Every year, a nice camp is held at D for a few weeks, and K and I had attended the camp of 2015. We decided to visit primarily to thank the camp's organizer, M, who had helped us out a lot recently. We also wanted to reunite with some friends who had also attended the 2015 camp, who would be organizers for the 2016 camp. Now, M did mention in the 2015 camp that if we wanted to drop in to the camp and say hi that we should notify M before we arrive. But the camp wasn't actually due to start for a few days (M just arrived early), so K and I rationalized that it should all be good. haha
(P is me, K is good friend, and we are visiting M)
We had another friend, L, who also attended the 2015 camp, but who lived in D. The night before we were planning to visit D, we messaged L, and said "Hey, guess what! We are coming to visit tomorrow! Can you show us around D for a bit so we can have fun?" It turned out that L wouldn't be in town on that day. In fact, he would be visiting E, where K and I come from. That was just heartbreaking. At that moment I thought "Dang, our plan is sort of half-ruined". But the terror was only just beginning.
At 4:30 AM on the fated day, Airplanes by B.O.B. started playing on my phone as an alarm. I
"Wait a second, K, I need to buy a card for M first"
Well of course, the Newsagent didn't have any blank cards, or any thank you cards, or any cardboard. Well, what could I expect? After all, today is the worst day in the history of worst days.
"#YOLO bro, I'll just make something on the bus, I brought some paper in my bag."
The card I made wasn't actually that dodgy. Well it was pretty dodgy. It wasn't very rectangular, the writing was kinked because of the bumpy bus, and it was generally not very well done. But it was still a half-respectable card.
Nothing else to draw, so I drew the lady sitting in front of us who told us to shush
After I finished my card, however, we had a lot of time to kill. Our bus would only reach D in three hours, so we had a lot of time to kill. K came up with the great idea that we should swap our phones and start messaging random people. My internal monologue said something along the lines of "haha that's pretty funny, OK lets do it". I scrolled through K's list of friends, looking for potential targets. I finally locked on, and began my K-impersonation. I must have been really good at impersonating K, because not many people actually realized that I wasn't K. The deed done, I looked over at K.
Pete To Unknown Person 1: Follow your dreams, stay true to your heart :,)
Pete To Unknown Person 2: Follow your dreams, stay true to your heart :,)
Pete To Unknown Person 3: Follow your dreams, stay true to your heart :,)
Pete To Unknown Person 4: Follow your dreams, stay true to your heart :,)
I swear one of my internal organs ruptured as I saw the screen. I like message <5 people in total, this sudden explosion of messages to random people that I've never talked to goes against the very fibres of my being. (Luckily people caught on pretty soon). Anyway, we whiled away the time like that. Our anticipation for the day started growing as the bus neared D.
Soon we arrived. We walked with haste toward the building where the camp is held, eager to be reunited with our friends and our leaders. You could almost say we frolicked our way over. We were feeling pretty good at this moment. Of course, this didn't last for very long, because this is the worst day in the history of worst days. But for a brief few minutes, the anticipation bubbled in our guts with every step. We got lost on the way, but that happens all the time. We eventually made it to the building where the camp is held.
Dang I look so deep
Wait wait wait so I anonymized everyone's names but I'm including pictures
wait was there even a point
wait what is life
yolo whatever. As Macbeth rightfully said:
I am in blood stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er.
We arrived at the place where the camp is held. Heart beating 246. I shrunk behind K as he boldly entered the room.
"Hey M! Long time no see!" K exclaimed happily.
Because that day was the worst day in the history of worst days, of course M was not actually there. K was just trolling me as he always does. In fact, M was nowhere to be found in the regular haunts. We decided to go and wait it out in the Psychology Ward. It was actually quite a pleasant place, there were two chairs (as if specifically designed and placed for us) by a shelf of free books. Free is a word I like to hear, even if it's for Psychology books.
Didn't know Psychologists needed to know so much Statistics. Like there's whole tables of standard integrals and log tables and all of that.
A bright light suddenly illuminated our minds, as we realized that maybe we would find M at the residential colleges. After all, the residential colleges was where the food was at, and everybody liked food. So after spending about an hour dawdling at the Psychology place, we straggled over to the residential hall. The fire in our spirits was slightly dimmed, but still burning alive. Of course, because it was the worst day in the history of worst days, nobody was there. So we just sat around, waiting for Godot. At this point of time, we were getting slightly worried. We had heard that people were arriving at 11. "But what if they meant 11pm, not 11am?" an insidious whisper whispered. Pushing such nasty thoughts to the bottom of our brains, we entertained ourselves once again by taking each others phones and messaging random people. Because of all this random messaging, our batteries were running low (THIS IS IMPORTANT).
Anyhoo, my eyes were like pretty darn bad. I was swapping over from contacts to glasses, long story short I couldn't see anything more than ~15cm away from my face. Halfway through messaging, K suddenly taps me on the shoulder. "Pete!" he said "It's them! It's M and the rest of the bunch!"!! My heart was suddenly beating 246. It was great that we weren't alone anymore, but.. but... I hadn't really prepared for this moment. I didn't know what to say. "Are you really sure, K? Like, really really sure? Beyond a doubt?" I stared vaguely in the direction K had been pointing, but all I could see was a indiscriminate skin-colored blob. "Yes" K replied succinctly. "But are you really realllllly sure?" I asked again. "Yes" was the curt reply I got. We edged up towards M, (I sorta hid in the shadow of K) and we greeted them. Like really awkwardly. If sitting with an acquaintance for an hour in silence was rated as a 7/10 awkwardness, and somehow mistaking some random person as your friend and feeling his butt for a good ten seconds as 9/10 awkwardness, this easily surpassed 10^100!/10 awkward it was just that awkward. We sort of just gave our cards, laughed a little bit. Looked around. Laughed a little more. I was practically dying of cancer, my internal organs were failing one by one.
Thankfully, we were saved by the arrival of some comrades in arms (fellow 2015 campers). "OHH! PETE AND K! What a surprise!" S said, with extreme confidence. It was slightly better with more company. After some time, we dispersed a little, and somehow we all managed to get crowded into S's room. Because of our gallivanting on instant messaging, K+me's phones' batteries' were both suffering pretty bad (my english right now is suffering pretty bad too). K suddenly said "Oh wait, I brought a charger!" and proceeded to leave his phone in S's room charging. "We'll just come back and get it later, someone remind me lol".
IMPORTANT CONVERSATION:
K: My goal for today is not to leave my phone here!!
Me: Haha, that's a pretty low aspiration to have!! Haha! Ha! Hahaha!
haha
So we congregated once more in the place where all people meet. We were sort of standing around, discussing what food to get. Me and K were just standing there, sort of just hanging around, not doing very much at all. After some time it seemed we had reached some sort of a consensus (Nandos? not sure). We started walking North for a bit. Me and K somehow ended up at the back of the pack, just following along. As we break into the open, I notice that we are in the carpark. My terribad eyes pick out the blurry figures of several people piling into two cars, and the figure of M swooping in our direction. I turn to K. "Oh, **** **** ******* they taking the car." It wouldn't even have been that bad, except because it was the worst day in the history of worst days, it started raining at that exact moment. M shook our hands.
"Thanks for dropping by, drop by again if you have the time!"
And just like that, they sped off into the rain. Me and K were standing there, beneath a broken umbrella. TRUTH BE TOLD, they only did have two cars we weren't going to fit anyway, but we had pressing issue on our hands 1) Where do we get food 2) its raining pretty hard and 3) K's phone is still in S's room and we just got separated. This was not going good.
We made our minds up, as pure adventurers we would take the hard road and struggle our way to Canberra. Needless to say, we got drenched. If the average amount of water consumed by the United States in one year was 1 joshe of water (a new unit), then we probably absorbed 10 joshes of water just walking to Canberra. The water content absorbed by our pants was probably heavier than the pants itself. Dripping wet, we struggled through the streets of Canberra, trying to find food. We soon found a McDonalds, (well K found it, I couldn't really see anything). K suddenly had a brilliant idea. "PETE!" he said. "WE CAN MAKE OUR OWN BURGERS! These burgers will be the ONLY GOOD THING that happened to us today!" Well I'd never done it before, but at this stage I was ready for anything. I opened up the menu, and just bloody added everything to my burger; eggs, lettuce, beetroot, the whole lot. Next it was K's turn. As the plagiarist he is, he opened up the 'chef's suggestions' and picked one of those. Then he tried to change the toppings a little bit. He added three jalapenos, and three long pickles. I was too tired and worn down to judge his taste, so we went and paid and sat down at the table. (we got a free coke though, which was good).
Of course, because that day was the worst day in the history of worst days, something went wrong with the burgers. With K's burger, to be precise. MINE was fine (thank the lord), and I happily chowed down on it.
On further inspection, K's burger comprised of the following:
- Two Buns
- A beef patty
- Three jalapenos
- Three long pickles
SOMEHOW, ALL HIS OTHER STUFF GOT DELETED, and he was left with a jalapeno pickle burger.
Poor chap.
Srs.
Pooor chap.
After we finished, our problems still weren't solved. We needed to get K's phone from S's room. However, there were several complications:
1) I had a new phone, so I didn't have nobodies numbers
2) My phone (because of K) was quickly running out of battery, and I needed it to last until at least midnight (when our bus was scheduled to arrive in Sydney)
After some more careful deliberations, K managed to get S's number from Y (another 2015 camp acquaintance) online, which was super good. At this point of time, we had a while to while away, not enough time to visit anything special (like Questacon, which is apparently good but I've never been), and it was too rainy to climb Black Mountain (which L suggested we do). In the end, we just struggled our way back to the residential hall, to wait.
At the hall, we managed to persuade some people to let us into the piano room to while away the hours. Nothing really eventful happened, apart from my ever decreasing phone battery. There soon came a time when we were greeted once more by S, and we could retrieve K's phone. Suddenly, all our worries came undone. It had been a crap day, but we were finally safe from any more problems! Haha! Yes! haha haha
After retrieving K's phone from S's room, we returned to the piano room (because piano is life(though not my life(though I wish it was))) and boogied a bit for a while more. We had the door closed, and life was really peaceful. After all the stress my heart had gone through during the day, I had finally found 42, I had finally found peace within myself. S and J had mentioned a 6:30 deadline they had to meet, but that seemed so long ago, and what was 6:30 but a number? And what is a number but a mathematical abstraction? It held no reality in my heart, for I was one with the birds.
*knock knock knock*
Oh. Oh. HRuuruhRHURmmmmmmmmmmmm mm mmm. Hmmmmmmmm. I watched as the brave man known as K stood, and opened the door. I sort of knew what was coming.
Twas M. Now, my memory of this part of the story is sort of bodgy, everything is in a haze (perhaps because my brain was failing at that particular moment in time), but it went something like this.
"S, J, A! WHAT? 6:30. OUT!"
Me and K stood there, like spongebob and patrick, frozen under the pressure of the ocean's weight.
Cold nothingness. I looked at K's face, he was stoic. It would have been funny, had it not been us getting in trouble. Time seemed to slow, as if a disturbance in the force were warping our space-time trajectories. I think it's important to note now that everything that happened was K and I's fault, I mean M specifically mentioned that we should contact them if we were visiting and we didn't (lol) because we thought a surprise is always nice once in a while. Long story short, M pretty much told us if we came again he'd kick us out, but for now we could hang around in the piano room.
Silence. Me and K looked each other in the eye, sat down at the business table, and thought together:
"My, what a day. What a day." What else could we expect from the worst day in the history of worst days? Literally nothing could get worse, it was just impossi-
*knock knock knock*
Y*#&(%#W&*(#%W&*(*W%#&*%W#&
T: "M may have let you stay, but I'm going to have to kick you out, sorrynotsorry."
~Cue Green Day~
At this point, our day was about as bad as bad can be. We straggled back to Canberra to get food and leave. Of course, because it was the worst day in the history of worst days, when we tried to get Japanese noodles, they said "you'll have to wait 20 mins", which would make us miss our bus. We ended up getting more McDonalds. Finally, when we got on the bus, it was pure bliss, because we knew we were finally safe (for realzies)
Anyhoo, my eyes were like pretty darn bad. I was swapping over from contacts to glasses, long story short I couldn't see anything more than ~15cm away from my face. Halfway through messaging, K suddenly taps me on the shoulder. "Pete!" he said "It's them! It's M and the rest of the bunch!"!! My heart was suddenly beating 246. It was great that we weren't alone anymore, but.. but... I hadn't really prepared for this moment. I didn't know what to say. "Are you really sure, K? Like, really really sure? Beyond a doubt?" I stared vaguely in the direction K had been pointing, but all I could see was a indiscriminate skin-colored blob. "Yes" K replied succinctly. "But are you really realllllly sure?" I asked again. "Yes" was the curt reply I got. We edged up towards M, (I sorta hid in the shadow of K) and we greeted them. Like really awkwardly. If sitting with an acquaintance for an hour in silence was rated as a 7/10 awkwardness, and somehow mistaking some random person as your friend and feeling his butt for a good ten seconds as 9/10 awkwardness, this easily surpassed 10^100!/10 awkward it was just that awkward. We sort of just gave our cards, laughed a little bit. Looked around. Laughed a little more. I was practically dying of cancer, my internal organs were failing one by one.
This is what M looked like to me.
IMPORTANT CONVERSATION:
K: My goal for today is not to leave my phone here!!
Me: Haha, that's a pretty low aspiration to have!! Haha! Ha! Hahaha!
haha
So we congregated once more in the place where all people meet. We were sort of standing around, discussing what food to get. Me and K were just standing there, sort of just hanging around, not doing very much at all. After some time it seemed we had reached some sort of a consensus (Nandos? not sure). We started walking North for a bit. Me and K somehow ended up at the back of the pack, just following along. As we break into the open, I notice that we are in the carpark. My terribad eyes pick out the blurry figures of several people piling into two cars, and the figure of M swooping in our direction. I turn to K. "Oh, **** **** ******* they taking the car." It wouldn't even have been that bad, except because it was the worst day in the history of worst days, it started raining at that exact moment. M shook our hands.
"Thanks for dropping by, drop by again if you have the time!"
And just like that, they sped off into the rain. Me and K were standing there, beneath a broken umbrella. TRUTH BE TOLD, they only did have two cars we weren't going to fit anyway, but we had pressing issue on our hands 1) Where do we get food 2) its raining pretty hard and 3) K's phone is still in S's room and we just got separated. This was not going good.
Right about now I was questioning my life choices
Of course, because that day was the worst day in the history of worst days, something went wrong with the burgers. With K's burger, to be precise. MINE was fine (thank the lord), and I happily chowed down on it.
Something seems... Off about this packaging...
- Two Buns
- A beef patty
- Three jalapenos
- Three long pickles
SOMEHOW, ALL HIS OTHER STUFF GOT DELETED, and he was left with a jalapeno pickle burger.
Poor chap.
Srs.
Pooor chap.
K: I'll go get some tomato sauce for my burger from the counter
1) I had a new phone, so I didn't have nobodies numbers
2) My phone (because of K) was quickly running out of battery, and I needed it to last until at least midnight (when our bus was scheduled to arrive in Sydney)
After some more careful deliberations, K managed to get S's number from Y (another 2015 camp acquaintance) online, which was super good. At this point of time, we had a while to while away, not enough time to visit anything special (like Questacon, which is apparently good but I've never been), and it was too rainy to climb Black Mountain (which L suggested we do). In the end, we just struggled our way back to the residential hall, to wait.
At the hall, we managed to persuade some people to let us into the piano room to while away the hours. Nothing really eventful happened, apart from my ever decreasing phone battery. There soon came a time when we were greeted once more by S, and we could retrieve K's phone. Suddenly, all our worries came undone. It had been a crap day, but we were finally safe from any more problems! Haha! Yes! haha haha
After retrieving K's phone from S's room, we returned to the piano room (because piano is life(though not my life(though I wish it was))) and boogied a bit for a while more. We had the door closed, and life was really peaceful. After all the stress my heart had gone through during the day, I had finally found 42, I had finally found peace within myself. S and J had mentioned a 6:30 deadline they had to meet, but that seemed so long ago, and what was 6:30 but a number? And what is a number but a mathematical abstraction? It held no reality in my heart, for I was one with the birds.
*knock knock knock*
Oh. Oh. HRuuruhRHURmmmmmmmmmmmm mm mmm. Hmmmmmmmm. I watched as the brave man known as K stood, and opened the door. I sort of knew what was coming.
Twas M. Now, my memory of this part of the story is sort of bodgy, everything is in a haze (perhaps because my brain was failing at that particular moment in time), but it went something like this.
"S, J, A! WHAT? 6:30. OUT!"
Me and K stood there, like spongebob and patrick, frozen under the pressure of the ocean's weight.
Cold nothingness. I looked at K's face, he was stoic. It would have been funny, had it not been us getting in trouble. Time seemed to slow, as if a disturbance in the force were warping our space-time trajectories. I think it's important to note now that everything that happened was K and I's fault, I mean M specifically mentioned that we should contact them if we were visiting and we didn't (lol) because we thought a surprise is always nice once in a while. Long story short, M pretty much told us if we came again he'd kick us out, but for now we could hang around in the piano room.
Silence. Me and K looked each other in the eye, sat down at the business table, and thought together:
"My, what a day. What a day." What else could we expect from the worst day in the history of worst days? Literally nothing could get worse, it was just impossi-
*knock knock knock*
Y*#&(%#W&*(#%W&*(*W%#&*%W#&
T: "M may have let you stay, but I'm going to have to kick you out, sorrynotsorry."
~Cue Green Day~
At this point, our day was about as bad as bad can be. We straggled back to Canberra to get food and leave. Of course, because it was the worst day in the history of worst days, when we tried to get Japanese noodles, they said "you'll have to wait 20 mins", which would make us miss our bus. We ended up getting more McDonalds. Finally, when we got on the bus, it was pure bliss, because we knew we were finally safe (for realzies)
the end
OK my english is pretty tomato-like throughout this whole spiel, but yea after going through applications for unis I feel a bit braindead
I'm slightly confused as to what happened. If I am understanding correctly, you were to notify M before you arrived if you were to visit, but you didn't. Where did the 6:30 deadline come from? what happened in the morning when you (well K) saw M? Who is this "T" anyways?
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