What a Shit Day

It’s currently 1:30 in the morning, and I’m back in the PC Love Cafe.  My Internet once again has decided to take a leave of absence, so I’m back in the love cafe writing a quick blog while people play videogames and apparently wank off in some hidden room somewhere.  It’s kind of like an arcade with a porno booth.  You might call that perverse; I call it thinking outside the box.

Today was a massive bummer.  Just massive.  It started on a bad foot when I became an impatient American and stormed out of the gym.  A lot of time has passed since I last graced the gym and all its pleasures, and when I returned today I had to renew my membership.  Fine.  Sign this guy up.  I’m turning a new leaf of physical fitness yet again.  The girl behind the counter spoke only a few words of English; lucky “three month plan” was in her vocabulary and so I handed over my debit card.  The debit card has recently lost its swiping ability, which annoys cashiers everywhere I go.  I love how they sigh in defeat as they punch the numbers in.  Well, this girl at the gym swiped and swiped and swiped, fruitlessly, refusing to give up.  I tried to communicate that she’d have to type the numbers in.  This was a no go.  I was turned away from the gym like the pathetic specimen of depleted muscle tone that I am.  Really, that’s not accurate.  The girl just handed me the card back and I stood there, baffled as to what my next move should be.  I tried to hand her the card back (“Typee, typee the number”) but the girl flipped it over, pointed at the strip on the back, and said “dirty.”  So I was left to stand there with my dirty card, glancing longingly at the stomach crunch machine.  What was I supposed to do?  Magically make money appear?  I chose to snap at her.  “Fine!  I’ll go to another gym!”  And with that I stormed out of the place weak and alone.

I did in fact find another gym, where I stood helplessly at the empty service desk, waiting for an employee to come over and sign me up.  Ten minutes…no dice.  It was an abject gym fail.  In terms of working out, I haven’t failed this badly since the last time I attempted a push up.

Then there was work, where I was supposed to do a demo/open class for some big wig from the education office.  I was sickly prepared.  Forget her socks; I was ready to knock her feet off.  I’d spent my planning period preparing, as opposed to my normal routine of checking blogs on WordPress.  But when the time came, the big wig did not.  She, apparently, had gone to eat lunch instead.  I guess it should have been a relief, but I felt let down.  Viewing my immaculate class could not compare, as it turned out, to the allure of a pork cutlet.

Finally, to cap things off, I was stood up on what was supposed to be my second date with a girl I met.  This is the first time I’ve ever been completely stood up before, and I will tell you that it’s a bummer.  I want to talk about it more indepth, so it will get its own blog soon.  It’s hard to say what a good reason would be, on her part, but I would understand fully if she dissed me to go to the gym or eat a pork cutlet.  Besides, it would’ve been a hassle to pay for the date anyways with my dirty card.

So, there you have it.  Not much of a blog entry…more the words of a bummed out dude in a PC Love Cafe at 2:00 in the morning.  Tomorrow I go on a tour of the DMZ, so that should be fun.  Maybe I’ll invade North Korea and try to start a capatalist revolution.  No one ever does that.  It’s always a communist revolution, so I could be the first to go the other way with the whole revolution thing.  I could be the Che Guevara of capatalism.  One day, North Korea will have Walmart and my face will be on t-shirts sold at Hot Topic. 

It’s a dream, anyways.

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