College stories

12-04-05
I woke up sometime around 8:20am, with the radio tuned to my favorite station; They have a special 2-minutes guy who says funny things around this time. Good wake-up call. Was happy not to be up at 7:00am (which happens only twice a week, thanks to my semi-good schedule).
I don't have any breakfast, as usual, and I'm ready to go at 9:20: Time which the municipal bus passes by. I figured it'd be late, again, but I got screwed this time. Had to run to the next corner (luckily the bus has to go around where I live, and somehow come back on it's track to take another street out of the neighbour. I could catch it.
Next thing I know, I'm in college, taking the weekly "Decibel" (local mini-newspaper). Once again, I didn't laugh at all at the first-page joke. They're trying so hard to make people laugh but the college won't allow for anything funny... So it's subtile jokes that either just aren't funny, or that no one can understand... But oh well.
Philosophy class is next. I go upstairs in the class, and wait... Ever heard of teachers that are so freaking boring that they don't even know they're repeating the same thing 3 times in a row, but formulated in a different manner? Well that's a teacher of that kind. Sam (friend's friend) arrives, stonned (as usual), like 15 minutes late. I think I fell alsleep... Which is why I'll probably fail next class's exam. But w/e.
Dinner time, was supposed to do my litterature work after phil. class. Too bad Sam invited me to play Babyfoot. We met Nicolas (friend I met a while ago) at the table, even if he didn't have any class today. He seriously need to get moving somewhere else... But anyway. I said I'd play 1 game. I ended up playing a couple, and leaving an hour after. Too bad. The best thing happened after: I had to met the girl I was with to do the litterature work I was supposed to be doing right now... I'm not really gonna say what happened next :/
I went on with my dinner and did what I could with the work; next was a litterature class (if you're wondering, the 2 classes are 2 hours apart from each others). 4, long, boring hours. It's really a pain. At least we didn't have to do much, since the teacher's kinda screwed up in the brain and he just asks us to search for everything he's supposed to be teaching us, and we (the 9 teams of 3-4 members) present in front of the class everything we found about (which lasts for about more than 100 minutes in most case).
The class finished a bit earlier, and, knowing my lengendary luck, I missed the bus by a minute or so. Had to call dad instead (since he was getting home earlier anyway). Was at home at 5:45pm.
Annnnd that's about it. Sorry, my days are boring most of the time.
If you're wondering, the babyfoot matches we played ended up 3-1 (for the other team). Shame on me. And screw Nicolas for being that good...