A vast erray of buzz killers

Today was day one of exams.
Obviuosly not a joyous day, for obvious reasons that are obviously obvious.
But before the exam even starts, the office lady tells me I will automatically fail my english exam because I am wearing nail polish.
She tell me to take it off, I say no.
Instead, I furiously scratch it off in the 15 minutes of study time before the exam.
Just to be stubborn.

Finished my essay.
Win!
Did not even get a chance to start the critical reading.
Worry, anger.. and then who cares?
So, straight after the exam we get the peer support results.
Win! I'm im! Lets swim!
And then we get to go straight home.
Win!
Yeah, so I end up getting picked up from Danielles, which is cool.
Get home, study for a mere 4 and 1/2 hours and decide to take a break.
How?
I take my biggest blackest dog to the beach.
Win!, Right?
This is how it went down:

Make it all of 6 steps up my street and the dog decides to take a dump.
Realise I don't have a bag on me.
Continue walking.
Posh neighbour watering lawn yells out "You better pick that up"
I stare in amazement, embarrasment, shock, confusion, anger and hate.
How dare she ruin my one chance at peace and sanity?
Start to respond, stop myself and continue walking.
Again, the nosey naighbour yells, "You better find something to put it in"
Not in a nice way either.
Very mean.
I continue walking, furious and horrified.
Okay, so I forgot the bag one time.
I take Lucky to the beach, like, 5 times a year, max.
What is she, the friggen poo police?
Ugh!
I go to the beach, TRY to enjoy myself and head back.
I walk back down the street, poo bag in hand, prepared to pick up Lucky's poo.
What do I see?
NOTHING.
The poo police already picked it up!
Ugh!
Buzz kill.
Buzz kill.
Buzz kill.

When I got home, I told Brett we hate her.
He agreed.
:)
Whats for tea?
Yiros.
:)
Whats recorded and waiting for me on foxtell?
Packed to the rafters.
:)
Suhweeeeeeeeet!
Why am I still sitting here then?
I don't know.
:)