Hills, Sterioids and Cuss Words

Ok, go ahead and ask me why I have a pair of dirty black and white checkered socks along with the circle of fifths by me as I research. I dare you.
Fine fine, I'll say that it's because one of my good friends just called to ask me about black holes and the most recent activities with CERN, and lo and behold I found my socks. From yesterday. By the phone. He ended up asking me why I let him get dust on his paintbrush...ok? Anywho, I was also at the moment in an intense game of Scrabble, though it be online. It wasn't that I was trying to get rid of him, but in a way, I really was. You see, my parents aren't as into the tech age as the rest of us, resulting in a corded phone in a crappy exchange of a cordless. That's my next gift to them.
Yesterday, I went to a routine appointment with my otologist, which required the routine pain in the rump shots to the ear, of a steroid to help with scaring, and preventing the growth of new scar material. Great, those feel amazing. But don't take my word for it. Because of the lovely stinging in my ears for about a week afterwards, I tend to be a little irrationally angry about the obnoxious pains in my earlobes.
On the way home [via the smelly bus], I once again discovered how idiotic people can be, and how much I dislike the annoying ones. My gosh, people are stupid. A charming 40 minutes later as I storm into my house [all drama like], I decide [quite forcefully] that my mom and I are going on a bike ride. There is nothing better for anger and pride than a good, long, arduous session of cardio. Nothing hits your ego harder either. Sensing my radiating fury with her extra sensory mom perception, she jovially said "Let's take the cemetery route." Fantastic! I thought to myself. I could do with some hills. Of course I was on flatland when I said that. After the first hill [mind you it was a BIG hill! It had to be at LEAST an 85 degree incline!] I was ready to pack it back home. "No, no," my mother chided, "we must endure to the end." Those are the times when I wish cute little sayings like that would burn in Hell. That was the hill to get up to the hill to get into the cemetery, with more hills yet to come. The hill to get into the cemetery itself has got to be about 900' long, with a 22 degree incline. That is definitely fabulous if you hate your legs. I do. After puffing more than Gustav, we get up to the intersection where you have the opportunity to go left, which is mostly downhill for a bit, or right, which is entirely up hill, until you get to a massive hill that extends down and around the perimeter for about two miles. Feeling the agony of the last two hills, we obviously chose to go left. That was amazing!...until we got to the massive hill spoken about in the right option. Profanities could hardly cover it.
Happily, this marked the halfway mark on this ridiculous session of "I hate life so let's just burn everything." The rest was pretty much down hill from there. Quite a bit easier, and extremely exhilarating.
Once we arrived home, I trotted off [still mostly angry but less tense] to do my ambushing volcano of homework. In retrospective, I do say that the entire situation was rather sardonic, but at the time it was complete Hell. With many more times to come, Cheers.