Life hates me

My pants ripped. Not down the middle or anything excruciatingly embarrassing like that but on the inside of my right leg. My poor jeans. I suppose I could start a new fashion trend... instead of having jeans ripped at the knee, jeans ripped near the inner knee. Yeah, that's how I do it. Being the lazy person that I am I didn't change my jeans when I got back and my suite mates and I headed to the dining commons, where the lousy machine decided to malfunction and shoot out ice cream at me (at least I think that's what happened).

I was biking back from class today in the right lane like a good child and I approached the intersection. Just my luck, the light was green. I guess life doesn't hate me too much today, I thought to myself. Or not. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, a guy turns left from the opposite direction and is biking on the wrong side of the road as he pedals towards me. By the time I saw him it was too late. He crashed into me and I jumped off my bike to prevent any further unwanted injuries (I need to stop getting hurt; seriously). The guy staggered for a bit and continued pedaling, and for the second time in my life I swore at someone. Only after I swore did he turn around and glance at me; he then resumed biking unapologetically. And that was my FML moment for the day.

buy kleenex and eat noodles <3