What a lovely day!

I have had such a great day! First of all since I was at work until 3am I accidently overslept the first hour of my trig class and this is only the 2nd day of class which means we are going over basic stuff....stuff I now have no fucking clue how to do, and everything builds up on it. I then find out that my scholarship money that was supposed to cover this semester didnt come through in time so I had to shell out $750 out of pocket for this one class.... $750 that I didnt have just laying around waiting for a rainy day, im trying to get an apartment as soon as I find a roommate because all the one bedroom apartments around here are so damn expensive. Ok, its not that much of a big deal its just money, I can always make more.
So it comes around time to go to the gym, great I can work some stuff thats pissed me off out on some weights. Sure, its a good idea until I am doing cable flyes and the clip that holds the cable to the handle decides it doesnt like being connected to the cable anymore so it comes off (I guess i picked it up at a wierd angle) I reinjured my wrist that I had just recently gotten over being fucked up. Hey its just a wrist I can just relax and not over work it for a few days and it will be ok right? Nope, I stock at a grocery store, a wrist injury takes a long time to heal when your having to beat the hell out of it almost every night.
So my girl (who is also my workout partner) tells me to just go back to her place and she will make me all better...so we make wild crazy loving that would make ron jeremy blush and ask if what we were doing was physically possible. Then she decides to tell me that next semester she is going to be going to school in Columbia (south carolina you bunch of coke heads) and she asks me to go live with her so we can be together for the rest of our lives or some crap like that. Dont get me wrong, I really like this chick, shes awesome, but I know I made it clear when we first started dating that I wasnt looking for anything serious, we even talked about this a few weeks ago. So she gets pissed off and isnt talking to me right now, calls me an asshole, pulls this "I thought you loved me!" crap, etc.
So I go home where I am living with my dad, stepmom, and 3 step siblings who range in ages from 7-13. Its not by choice that I live with them, I had to have an assload of surgeries over the course of a few years so paying bills was a little hard since I couldnt have a job. I am trying to move out as soon as I can find a roommate. Anyway, it was the first time I saw my dad since thursday since I work nights and was out of town for the weekend. Turns out he for some odd reason decided to go snooping through my room. After that he decided to tell me about it! He asked me if I was an alcoholic because I had a couple empty bottles of whiskey stashed away so the step hellions wont see them if they come in my room. Yeah I drink a lot, I actually have no problem saying I have a drinking problem, but damnit it doesnt fuck with anything in my life. I drink when I am done with everything else for the day, which is why I am now polishing off my 9th icehouse (I had to pay $750 for school today, sierra nevada pale ale was out of the question for tonight). Anyway, if he had just said something about the bottles that wouldnt have been much of a big deal, yeah I drink, I might be classified as an alcoholic, my grandfathers on both side were, my dad used to drink like a fish and so did my mom. If I drink a little more than I should it shouldnt suprise anyone. But he also decided to tell me about the other things he found that were pretty well hidden like pictures of my girl and me doing bad things.... Put yourself in this situation, your 21 year old son who is not by choice back living with you again has bad pictures and you happen to see them not by accident, do you tell him about it? No. What good is going to come from it? Anyway, needless to say we got into it. We are both stubborn idiots and we both know it because we have known eachother for oh about 21 years. I tell him to keep the fuck out of my shit, he tells me its his fucking house, I pull the ol alpha male thing and tell him I dont care whos fucking house it is, my space is my space stay the fuck out of it, he tells me to get the fuck out....
Luckily I had to go to work then, so I did. Nothing special happens at work except for this one girl who was talking to her friend while shopping and said "They cut back my ebt(food stamps) again, I might have to actually go look for a job." That brightened up my day.
After work I check my voicemail and find out my girl who we will now call ex-girl has gone back to her folks place a few hours away because she couldnt deal with it if she saw me. One of my favorite songs to play comes to mind:
"You say you’re lookin for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you an more
But it aint me babe
No no no it aint me babe
It aint me youre lookin for"

If I could only count the number of times I have sang those words while lookin into ex girls eyes....that would be a really big number. Oh and I lost a $25 barbell for my tongue that I had just bought recently.
Fuckin A im drunk, im gonna stop rambling now, fuck off.

Cliff notes: Woke up late for class, down $750, re-injured my wrist, things with girl are over (or at least soon to end), dad pissed off, bob dylan rocks, im an alcoholic, lost $25 barbell, im drunk.
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Not to make light of everything, but it sounds like staying up working until 3am is the root cause of a lot of the problems you're having.

When I was in school I didn't get anywhere near enough sleep, and it took me 5 years after I graduated to figure it out. Try getting 9 hours of sleep a night and you'll notice a hell of a difference.

well,i skimmed throught it and seems your life is sprilling into a black hole of shit.enjoy!