I lost my entire assignment!

I had one of those days today. Everything that could go wrong could. I was attacked left and right by Murphy’s Law.

You see….

I lost nearly all of my entire Desktop Publishing assignment. MY ENTIRE ASSIGNMENT! My stupid USB Flash Crapastica Memory NERD drive corrupted most of the files. And here is the kicker the assignment was due today at 4 p.m. luckily the lecturer was around when this happened and he told me to hand it in tomorrow. I felt sick and I thought I was going to cry. I have at least some of the assignment on my computer. I hope, hope, hope that it’s not all gone and not all is lost. The strange thing is through all this I noticed how I have changed a year ago I would have seriously freaked out and cried. This time I swore a little and expressed my annoyance, but I didn’t have a panic attack and didn’t whine and cry. I managed to come to realisation that everything is going to be OK because the lecturer knew the situation and said if I can’t fix all the files he will mark was is readable and I will still get a grade. I am really surprised about how I handled it. Needless to say I bought a new USB so I can stop this problem from happening again. However, this is not say that this incident didn’t bother me because it did. Imagine losing your ENTIRE assignment.

Then if that wasn’t enough there was a minor incident involving my binder crashing to the floor during a lecture, splitting apart and sending my notes and whatnot in disarray. My old self would probably get pissed off and kick the binder across the room making a further scene or at least think about it while on the brink of tears.

Ah yes I kept getting paid out today too, by the lecturer for the tourism class, a fellow classmate and a bus driver. It felt embarrassed yet amused at the same time, something I haven’t quite felt before. Although I wish I had some snappy comebacks. I never have those on Murphy’s Law type days.

I haven’t had a Murphy’s Law day for months now, so I guess I was due for one eventually. Figures! Is this some sort of karmic influence? It shouldn’t I never wrecked anything of someones? LIFE IS CONFUSING!

Something else people think its funny when I swear or get mad….I’ve never figured this out. I DON’T laugh at them when something shit happens to them. Is it because of my quiet demeanour that when I suddenly act out of place it’s suddenly f’ing hilarious?

And another thing why does everyone want to read the books I’ve checked out from the library?

P.S. I am a NERD nerdy retarded girl vs. Murphy’s Law.