- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
I wonder if I can sneak in here without anyone noticing?
Yes! I'm alive! I didn't die of exhaustion, and even better I never took my own life in depression!
I've got a few things to get out of the way before I disappear again (don't worry just sleeping this time).
First!
Konoka, you are too sentimental. You make me sound like a wounded animal that needs nursing back to health. As appealing as that sounds, I'll have to assert my total mental facilities here. I'm not going off the deep end just yet. I've been living with my unnatural bad luck for the majority of my life, and I've learnt to roll with the punches, though the punches are coming awfully fast these days.
I laughed my ass off when you posted that bit about the vase and the water falling into my backpack in Japanese. I totally forgot about that one, and it's one of the more amusing stories.
See, the vase not only soaked my books/binders/gym clothes, but it also completely destroyed my huge English written assignment. I was supposed to turn it in that day the next period after Japanese, but it was drenched, and pretty much unreadible. I tried explaining it to my teacher, but she wasn't very forgiving and simply gave me a nice big 0% on the thing.
So yeah, you see? That's just one tiny little story in the list of bad things that happen to me. I'm used to it by now.
Don't believe me? Well how 'bout this one. Last week, as you all recall, my wisdom teeth were killing me and on a helpful suggestion I went to my dentist and she prescribed some medication that would take it away. The downside was I'd be completely out of it for the rest of the day, and that means no work for Jacob. Being the responsible person I am, I called into work right away and left a message for my supervisor telling him I wouldn't make it in. Nice of me huh?
Well, flash forward to tonight, and I come into work, finish my long-ass shift, and as I'm drudging towards the door to leave, my manager calls me up to the head office. I knew I was in trouble. You never get called upstairs for something good.
I go up there, and boy was I right. I get read the riot act about missing that shift last week, and never calling in to tell them I'd be missing. I calmly explained I had actually called in, but apparently calm reasoning doesn't exactly flow well with managers, and he promptly suspended me for the rest of the week, which sucks cause I'm needing to save every damn penny lately (I'm moving next year with some friends to another province). So yeah, my life is not exactly a fine example of living with ease so to speak.
Bad luck is my middle name, but with my luck they'd spell it wrong and my middle name would become "The Dumb Guy" or something like that.
All right, enough examples. Onto what you guys actually care about. Chapter 22.
Thanks to Konoka's kind nature, I was able to get a lot of work done on the bits of the chapter that was missing because I'm an idiot and sent the wrong file to my e-mail before the big Hard Drive Crash of '05.
Konoka misspoke though, she said that about 6 pages were missing from the chapter. Unfortunately that wasn't the truth, because when I got to her house and started working on the chapter, I realized it was 12 pages missing. Yeah, major head banging insued after that realization.
I'm having another insomnia bout lately, so I was up for about 9 hours before I finally conked out at the desk. I was down maybe ten minutes before Konoka sneakily came downstairs. In the recesses of my subconscious I can remember hearing a shower going, and then later on someone giggling maniaclly as something was taped onto the back of my head. Yes, she wasn't kidding, she actually taped a note to the back of my head, much to my chagrin, as I didn't realize it till I woke up and walked all the way home. I'm sure I got plenty of stares along the way.
Anyways, I did about 8 pages in that horrifying 9 hour spurt, and I admit a lot of that time was spent rubbing my face earnestly with my hands wondering why bad stuff happens to such an awesome guy like me (when I'm sleep deprived I get delusions of grandeur).
I slept about five hours at Konoka's before waking up with the worst pain in my back from my poor sleeping position. I quickly saved the document and sent it to my e-mail account, then I went home where I slept a lot more before going to work, and now I'm home, sad and dejected from being suspended.
So basically, I have four pages left to go, which I'm 100% certain I'll get done tomorrow, barring any other emergencies. Just for you guys I'm gonna work on it on the hulking desktop pc in my house (I have an unnatural attraction to laptops) to get it done sooner. No need to worry about me rushing, as I think I need to get this out as soon as possible, just so I can go back to not having anything nagging at the back of my mind all the time.
Thanks for worrying about me, but I'm gonna keep on chugging along. I've survived 19 years of bad luck, I think I'm conditioned to it nowadays.