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[18 July - 01:21]

[I have decided that today might have been the worst day of my college life so far. It all began from the moment I woke up.

I have a routine that I need to follow every morning, if I fail to obey by the rules of this routine, odds are I'll be late. I wake around 5:30 every morning, shocking I know. My alarm's my phone, beautiful creature's phones, and I place it either on my desk or my floor on the other side of the room. Reason for this; it forces me out of bed. I'm one of the people cursed with the inability to stay awake after turning an alarm off. I like my sleep. Anyway, last night I placed my phone a bit too close to my bed meaning when I woke up this morning, I crawled out from under my covers, did an almost army crawl to the phone, turned it off. Then what did I do? After obey the rules so far; I was out of bed. I went and lay atop of my covers. I was so tired I couldn't even muster the strength to pull them back.

That was moment one of worst day ever.

The next worst moment was being woken up by my flat mate. Opening my eyes only to meet the smug face of the pompous asshole I share my home with. Argh. God he loved it, usually being the one to wake up late, he took great pleasure in whipping the cover out from underneath me. I could almost hear the evil cackle emanating from him as he looked down on me. He had purposely left me asleep long enough to not allow me a shower. Asshole.

Third moment that outshines the other two by mile: The bus driver. Actually, it should be titled 'the bus pass' but it's not the bus pass that pissed me off, so I find the title of 'Bus driver' to be appropriate. You can most likely guess what this is about already but in my panic earlier in the morning I had forgotten my bus pass. Usually this would mean nothing to me, however seeing that my usually beautiful bus driver is on holiday for two weeks, it means everything. Stupid asshole bus driver wouldn't let me on. He wouldn't let me on. I've been getting this bus for just over eight months and he has the nerve to not let me on my bloody bus. ARGH! RAGE! I had to debate the issue with him; I had the other bussers telling him I'm a regular busser and should be allowed on. I had to pay. PAY. For a bus I've used for the past eight months; Pay. WITH ACTUAL MONEY. And guess what: I didn't have enough! SO MUCH RAGE! I got my friend my other good friend and even our friend who is in the awkward friend but not quite friend stage of friendship to help! I got on the bus.

Moment four: Not a big issue but still annoying and downright degrading. We've all done it. Push on the Pull door. Usually you can tell whether you should Push or Pull but my college, my troll of a college, decided to put handles on BOTH sides of ALL the doors. Absolute mindfuck. However they were kind enough to put little circular stickers under the handles telling you to either Push or Pull. But this morning, I was tried. So very tired. Adding that I've put my contacts in wrong so I only have one eye usable at the moment, I think I'm allowed to get away with Pushing on the Pull door. But having two fellow bussers on the other side of said door, watching you frown at the fact the door won't open, made a common mistake even more embarrassing. I looked up and through the doors windows; I could see the smirking at me, my stupidity. I hadn't realised it was a Pull. I was pushing, trying my hardest to get the damn door open. Realising my fatal mistake I pulled. It opened flawlessly.

I almost cried during moment five: I dropped my bounty. I should make a few things clear first, I'm not a huge chocolate fan, if someone offers me food though; I eat it. It's more of a "If no-one else wants it I'll have it" thing. I'm greedy like that. However bountys are my guilty pleasure, I've had three in one college day before. So good. Anyway, now you can see why it was so devastating when I dropped it. On the floor. The dirty unclean floor… I ate it anyway – 5 second rule. What really made it sting though, was that just moments before my beautiful bar of chocolate coated coconut slipped from my fingers, I was explaining my day so far. How horrible it had been, how nothing was working but by eating the bounty, my day would lighten up a bit. The bounty would make it all worth it. Irony's a bitch.

I could go on forever. Forever and ever and ever; But I wouldn't won't to bore you with my pitiful excuse of a day. I want you to look at my day, just look, and then realise how good your day has been in comparison. You're welcome.]

Tim wished he could read; he really did. It seemed so much fun, reading. His slave loved to read, not with the big open up thingy's though, he read off the shiny light up screen he keeps in his desk drawer. If Tim had opposable thumbs he would be in and out of that drawer before his slave knew it. But alas, he did not. One could dream.

Lately his slave didn't pay him enough attention. Tim went to the extremes; he would jump on the desk and actually walk over the keyboard of the shiny light up screen. He wouldn't meow though, Tim didn't speak much. He saved it, that way whenever he did meow; it had a much bigger impact. Allen had smiled at first, thinking it was cute he stroked behind Tim's ears. He loved it. He heard the purr and laughed, gently nudging the cat of his keyboard and out of the way of his screen. Tim had been kind enough to waltz of the keyboard, however when his slave failed to follow him he climbed back on top. Allen had been patient with the cat; obviously Tim wanted some attention but after the fourth time Allen was losing his patience with the fluffy creature.

"Tiiiiiiiim, I'll love you later, I'm almost done…" Allen sung to the cat, praying his serenade would pacify Tim. I didn't. Tim drew his claws: dramatic – possibly, affective – Hell yeah! Tim batted the hand away from the keys, whiskers twitching in glee as the shrill scream reached his fluffy ears.

"I love you I love you I love… just gimme a sec…" Tim had never been so playful or needy before and Allen felt a bang of guilt. He hadn't been cuddling the usually passive cat as much lately. He often came home with his three amigos, seeing how they obviously lived closer then he thought they did, but he thought Tim was cool with that. Tim had a firm attachment to Kanda, Seemed to be fine with Lenalee however he wasn't too fond of Lavi. He had on many occasions returned from his room to find a traumatised Lavi sat on the floor, scratched on his arm and hands, Lenalee trying to pity him without laughing and a very happy looking Kanda sat on his coach with an edgy Tim next to him.

"Timothy Walker!" Allen scooped the cat into his arms and nuzzled his face into the golden fur "Have you missed me?" He pulled back and looked into the blue doe eyes. Tim was too cute. "I'm so sorry lil'man.."

Allen felt something press against his chest and he gasped as the cat jumped out his grasp "Tiiiiim, I didn't mean to ignore you…" Guessing by the twitch of his tail, Allen guessed his cat was all but peeved at the whitette. He followed to huffy fluff ball into the kitchen "Would some pedigree cat food make you forgive me" He grovelled as he got down onto his knees, become level with Tim's face. He heard the smallest of meows. He gasped

"I-I've really upset you haven't I timothy…" He shuffled towards to kitchen drawers, smiling sadly as Tim failed to follow him, "I don't want us to be like this…" He opened to draw and pulled out the scissors, Tim's hair stood on end. "I can fix this, right Tim?" Allen turned to face Tim, snapping the scissors for dramatic affect. Tim forced himself not to run. Allen faced the sink and snapped the scissors again. Tim felt a familiar smell reach him and he felt himself starting to jog to Allen.

He had no control over himself when it came to whiskers pouches.