Mini Essay ...

A mini essay on my version of Friday the 13. It can jump weeks !!
Can Friday the 13 be forwarded to a later date ?? Last Friday was the 13 , the Father of a friend got into a nasty accident while working under a car in the pit. But today for my part, second step outside my building this morning,Took a deep breath having just woken up minutes earlier. I open my umbrella since it s pooring down (in January mind you) and before I knew what was going on I was tumbelling down the stairs of my building !!! I know only 6 to 8 steps but my neck is still soar , bouhououou . My brand new umbrella I broke a piece from and it ended up flying to my right against the steps fence. My gloves 3 meters in the snow bank to the left, thus I got snow in my jeans in the process of retrival and my backpack was somehow covered in what I like to describe as cat litter... Suppose to be sand to prevent us from slippering, GOOD JOB ! lol . Finally as I made my way into class now totally awake I noticed my butt to be crunchy and drenched as I sat down . Cat litter and water all over my jean yet again only higher #$%@#%@#% !! Felt like I was 4 years old or something and just came back from playing in sand after a rain shower. Then after getting back to the security of my unslippery apartment carpet floors I had the postman ring a ding a ding. Good been expecting a package for over a week, I ask the gentlement for the package and he expresses his appologies by illustrating his confusion as to the proper ringer for the proper appartement. After pointing to him the right door (yaaa did t even have the right door ladies and gentlement) I go back inside to pack my afternoon load as I prepare to head downtown. I showed up the peer counselliing office to pick something up and assuming the women in the office with a peer was actually a friend of hers by the discourse that was being held I braged in , forgeting the protocal and privacy needs ... I was after all sort of correct since I then learned she applying for a possible spot for next year's peer. So wrong for barging in but thenI was also right as I wasonly trying to be socialble to a possible recruit. Lydia had it best in saying ; "everyone who walks in is a client" as it afterwards indeed proved to be the case, DOE ! Later while taking a sidewalk curve to speedly I began slipping against my will into the slush moving car area of the street. Of course by that time I had changed so a jack ass was nice enought to send an espacially juicy poddle of slush hight up in the air right into my defenseless posture of current helplesness. Then as I finnally got the hang of this type of pedestrian walking style I managed to secure an order from the local pizza place. Everything was going smoothly , the cook was even watching and commenting the movie that was playing in the big screen. That was good since I had never seen this picture nad had no idea why people were dying and speeding throught the city with helicopters and cops not to mention gangsters watching the persuit via the news networks that were covering the chase. Anywho after 20 min , give or take, I heard an apologie rise from the kitchen ... I naturally investiguated as clients have a view on the kitchen and since the cook was looking right at me with a sort of sorry yet amused smile ... My medium peperoni pizza was crisp black .......... He had quite forgoten about it being totally involved in the movie forgeting the man eating size stove that was cooking one meter right behind him. So 20 min later I got my ordered ration of food as originally ordered , no discounts aside from apoligies once more from the cook. Althought he did try to have me believe he had over cooked it once more, coming to my table and speaking apologies in an unconvincing tone. Finally I get back home and what do I see under my door ?? Remember the postman with the wrong door , the one I asked if he had something for me , like a cd ... ??? Well turns out the sender of the packages did not put down my appartement letter ....... Thus the package ended up at my neighbour s place but she was not there so they left her I notice of failed delivery and bill of 8:50 $ to pick it up in the next few days. She seeing the notice was actually adresed to me was kind enought to slip it under my door. So the postman I re-direct only a few hours before was actually looking for my place, only he did not have the sence to realise that the CD I was asking for might have been the one he was carrying in a translucide package I only remembered in the aftermatt in his left hand and that Adam written on the packages (did not say to whom it was adressed in our little talk ) was actually ME MYSELF and I who had answer the ring a ding !!!!!!!!!!!! I ll tell ya this Wednesday was a weird one in bad luck if nothing else.