collosially bad day

okay so now i'm in school and i wrote a couple blawgs last week and didn't have the time to type them so i might do them in installment plans days l8r. dunno.
newayz.
on wednesday i had a collosally bad day. here goes:
1.
last friday i was loading up for a show and stopping by a football game first, when i stepped in dog poo. i thought, "who lets their dog poo here?" well, wednesday i found out!
2.

i had gone to the grocery store after work (which always requires a certain mental toughness) and was bringing my groceries in. as i pulled up, i saw this mangy looking dog walking around in front of the gaggle of wild children next door with white-trash mohawks. i was waiting to see if it was a stray, and then it started using the bathroom. the little girl was yelling for the dog to stop as i picked up my groceries and headed up stairs. just then, the wind changed and it smelled like i was in a cow pasture.

2.

while meditating briefly on how life sometimes sucks as i trudged up the stairs, i was surprised to see my bag of eggs slip from my hands and fall, step by step, down the flight of stairs. not only did it hit a few steps, it pretty much hit every single one. luckily, about half the dozen was spared. like a danggone slinky.
3.
these things are just mildly amusing and not really bad, so i laughed and went for a run and came back. while doing my embarrasing looking ab exercises and aerobic moves (while being loud and watching tv) i heard what sounded like a cat run by. only it wasn't a cat. it was a 8 inch looking rat. it didn't have a snaggle tooth or nothing, but was startling nonetheless. i screamed and did a touchdown-like run down the hallway to my dead phone, which i had to take to my car and plug in. as none of my roomates picked up there fones, i called my dad and left a breathless message about the need for rat traps, which he found. they looked like giant rat guillotines instead of the humane-like mouse traps we had down. i thought we had a little mouse, and we would catch him and take him to the country for a pic-nic. these dreams ended on that fateful night.
4.
i went to get the traps and my dad and i had a political argument which resulted in my crying and becoming generally overly emotional. the end.