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[COLOR=red]Oh yeah....right now I wish I was dead....I just broke my younger brother's EVA 0 Prototype toy....on accident.But I'm dead when my dad comes home....darn those cheap Japaness toys(No offence).Really bad day.[/COLOR]
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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Kesaki_Inedia [/i]
[B]aww. hope you don't get grounded from the comp. (worst punishment evar!!!!) [/B][/QUOTE]

[COLOR=red]:nervous:.....*sets the rest of the EVA toy on fire* There nobody knows I did anything.You can't scare me like that....grounded from the compture.[/COLOR]
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Guest Randleman
i can think of worse punishments from being grounded from the comp.

but as Fall said, when I'm having a bad day, I can't get on with anyone. I seem to be angry at everyone for no apparent reason. I guess that's one of my faults.
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A bad day for AzureWolf: Everything seems to go wrong. I usually come back a loser from whatever competition I went to. What's even better is that I'll usually be late, so I know I'm going to lose already. Then there will be some kind of excursion I'll have to go on so I can't just get home and lay in bed. And last, someone will forget to do some time-consuming task, and it will be transferred to me to do. If that just doesn't make my day a total wipe-out (that is, if I'm still just a little bit optimistic), they'll be some kind of computer problem that'll come up.

Ah, good times... :haha:
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My bad day would be when everyone is mean to me or treats me badly and I come home and it is no different and nobody even cares and then I find out my website was hacked and my forum was hacked and then Tom says it was hacked. Ok a little to specific.
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[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Let me tell you about the worst day I have ever had in my life: It was my Unbirthday before last. I woke up late, my friend Lauryn and I were going downtown to meet Jesus Chicken. We were late, and as we were walking downtown, it rained. Jesus Chicken stood us up - he had decided he was going to be grounded. All the stores closed early because it was Saturday. My bank card was eaten by the machine, five minutes after the bank closed.
We met Cerulean instead - another friend. She had just taken all her money out of the bank - three hundred dollars - just after her payday. To pay all her bills, rent, food etc. As I was on the phone to JC, her wallet was stolen. Lauryn and I put together all the money we had to get her a taxi home - it only got her most of the way there, and she had to walk home (Cerulean has chronic arthritis and has difficulty walking long distances). Lauryn and I, on that very day, discovered that our crummy little town does not have a bus service on the weekends. We walked home, it was storming, all my clothes were in the washing machine, wet, or on the line, wet. The gutter on my side of the house was full of leaves, therefore, my wall had decided to fail and the water was streaming down my wall into my room - on to my bed - and all over my floor. Guess where my homework was.
Then, to top it off, I realised I had forgotten to take my pill in the morning, that meant cramps and no sex for a week. But that was fine, because there was no milk, we hadn't put the bin out, Harlequin had left a message saying he would be back late from his holiday, and the cat had vomited on the computer keyboard.
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Ravenstorture - oh my god, you made me depressed.

I'm usually late for school and they do something important. Then, I fall asleep in some random class and see that I drooled on myself. Someone else takes the cello I'm using and thinks it's a guitar or that the strings are non-breaking rubber bands. Lunch, some kid thinks she's british. The car I'm getting a ride in smells like a parking lot after a light rain. My mother is still home when I get back from school. She asks school-y questions. My computer goes slow. I have a project/essay or something I forgot about that is a big grade and due tomorrow. My mother is still home. I stay up all night. And I'm late for school again the next morning.

School - people feel the need to repeat themselves until I say, wow! awesome! and not get the fact that I am trying to ignore them. Or they go sensitive and make a big deal over nothing. "Don't! Stop it! Omg, no!" They think I'll actually listen.
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my bad day usually begins with "wake-up you have to take care of the kids." i'm one tiny person watching FIVE childern all by myself, FIve children all under the age of six. AND i don't get paid. that's horrible, to wake up and know that the whole day will be dedicated to breaking up fights, cleaning dirty asses, vomit, making bottles, and all that crap. then, when their mom (my sister) finally gets home, she won't let me get on the computer, and if i do manage to get on she just starts yelling at me about how secluded my life is. well, it's not like her FIVE kids are helping me get out and make something of my life are they?????????? so basically, everyday in my house is a peice of ****:rolleyes:
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[FONT=arial]I usually only have bad days when I get in bad arguments with people (or when my parents are really going at it), or if I just have a bad bout of low self-esteem or something. if one of the two have happened, there's almost nothing that can take me out of it.[/FONT]
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A bad day is when I have a wonderful night having my g/f over and then a friend of mine that she doesn't get along with drops by. And she thinks I invited him, but I've been with her all night. Then she kicks me in the ground hard enough to leave bruises, then slaps me and walks out and drives away. I go out to tell her goodbye but she rolls the window up in my face and speeds off...
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[QUOTE]your name wouldn't happen to be Sandra would it?[/QUOTE]

me??? um,. . .no. . .

bad day version 2:

when ppl tell me i can do something WEEKS in advance and then they change their mind, then i get mad and they get mad because i get mad and start teasing me because it really doesn't matter when i'm angry. *kills many ppl*:flaming:
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