Case of the Mondays

Okay, so it has been a wicked long time since my last blog entry. Mainly because last week was ridiculously loooong and I was tired and not functioning correctly like at all. AND I am trying to quit drinking any caffeinated drinks of any sorts. I have this problem that I like love coffee. So much so I drink too much of it, and yea I need to stop. So basically my week was shambles. Therefore I am moving on.
This weekend = awesome! My sista sista got engaged and I am wicked excited! So therefore we need to start the planning, yay! So today = MONDAY = wicked crappy. FIRST OF ALL I woke up to an apartment that was 48 degrees. I am not kidding you. This issue of having no heat has been going on for like a week, yes I am convinced my landlord is a drug lord and/or pimp. So therefore the housing authority must be called because we don't want any bastard kids running around, haha.
SO then I get onto the wonderful train aka the redline at the wonderful Davis Square! I don't know if it was just me, but there was this lady, probably around the age of 60, pushing and yelling as she got into the car. I was a little confused as to why she was yelling seeing as there was hardly anyone on the train. I looked around and noticed that everyone looked a little goofy this morning. I thought to myself, "somebody has a case of the Mondays," and I just look out the window. When I arrive to Park Street and get onto the wicked crowded B train, I had to hold my breath. Next to me were these two obnoxious girls. First of all they smelt like crap (not really, it was more like the food they must have had that morning, gross). I thought I was going to smell like them just by standing next to them. I literally almost threw up in my mouth. Wicked gross. Secondly, they would not stop talking! I couldn't believe they were talking that loud and that much that early in the morning. I was trying to hold my nose and ears at the same time. It was close to impossible. Therefore I took out my iPod, gave a glaring look and turned up the music wicked loud. That was pretty much my morning. Freakin' Mondays.