Somebody Woke Up On the Wrong Side of the Bed

Today is just not my day. At all.

Almost everything has gone wrong.

Well, first off, I woke up to back pain, as usual. I stumbled into the kitchen, thought to myself, "I really wish today was Saturday," then walked out. As I was walking out, I tripped and my sock got caught on that stupid metal thing on the floor between the rooms, and I ripped my SOCK! I could already tell it wasn't my day.

I found my clothes, and immediately got in the shower. I didn't want any more mishaps to happen.

I got in there, and everything was fine until I realized something. THERE WAS NO BAR OF SOAP. I just wanted to scream. So I had to get out and get it. One couldn't imagine how frustrated I already was, and it wasn't even 6 in the morning yet.

I got out of the shower with the biggest headache I've ever had. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt.

I started doing my hair. And it was not turning out as planned. It looked awful to me. So, I threw on a hoodie, brushed my teeth, put on my shoes and headed out the door, not caring what I looked like.

I walked out the door, stepped down the stairs, onto the yard, and came extremely close to busting my butt on a sheet of ice. The snow from this past weekend had frozen and hardened, making it this giant sheet of ice.

Rode the bus, it was okay.

I got to school, and had to go be a worker monkey for Prichard. Because I'm his "ASSISTANT." But he doesn't assist me, nor do I assist him. He makes me do it all by myself. I do this every morning, and pretend that I like it. And Cailin didn't show today, (she usually helps me) which made it even worse.

First period: I think this was actually the only goodISH class of the day. I sit beside Faith, and we always, and I mean always have something to laugh about :) We did the usual, then we started working on our GRS that Mrs. Campbell assigned.. ugh. I looked at Faith's paper for number ten and I cracked up! It said: Isa, and I thought it was Isa as in pronounced Ee-suh. Then I kept saying Isa Isa Isa Isa Isa. Then something stupid popped into my head, and I thought of Isa the Iguana, although I don't even know why. Then I drew an iguana on Faith's paper and put "ISA" above it. I guess I was like slap happy or something. Every little thing made me crack up.

Second period: Mr. Webb's class, pretty boring as usual. He talks and talks and talks, which wastes most of the period. He passed out papers. Blah, blah, blah. Nothing exciting happened.

Third period: Gym. It's very boring when you can't do anything because of your stupid back. So, I just sat there doing nothing really. Nothing exciting.

Fourth period: Stupid band. I HATED IT. Hated it. Hated it. Hated it. Hated it. HATED IT! You know what sucks? WHEN YOU'RE BETTER THAN SOMEBODY AND YOU GET TREATED AS IF THEY'RE BETTER THAN YOU. I was treated like I was nothing. And I swear, Zach is out to get me sometimes. I hated it, end of story. It was beyond awful. I'm dreading tomorrow. I hate most of the people in that class :(

Fifth period: Mrs. Traylor's class. We did Jump Frog.. AGAIN. This is like the 4th of 5th day of doing it, and it's getting really old. And none of us are even learning anything, but really, none of us understand it. Boring.

Sixth period: Mrs. Bergmann. Today was okay, we did the some old stuff. That change my mind thing, and basketball review. It was okay for the most part.

Seventh period: Mr. Vanhoose's class. It was awful. We did this work sheet, that I didn't understand. Of course. I've never understood any of the work we've done this year. That explains the 30 whatever I have in his class :( I've been working on my grade, and he's been helping me.. but math is just not my thing. It was boring, but hey, I learned something new.

Bus: Talked to Angela! :) It was great d:

Went to my Mamaw's, called Pam and such. Then the nightmare started when my stupid little brother got home. I had on my favoriteeeee hoodie today, and I had my hands in my pocket. He was being dumb, and attempting to pull the phone out of my pocket (I had just hung up the phone and put it in my pocket). He said he needed to call somebody immediately. Him being his stupid, retarded self, pulled on my pocket too hard, and he RIPPED IT. My favorite hoodie! So, in reaction, I kicked him. When my Dad saw, I explained, and now guess what? (This pretty much made my day!) Kevin owes me TWENTY BUCKS :) I'll have to make sure to thank him, and say that maybe he should rip my sweatshirt pockets more often. Oh, and I'll spend it right in front of his face. HAR HAR HAR. Looks who's laughing now.

Went home, ate McDonalds, slept, woke up.. and now I'm right here.

So, that was my miserable day.

I'd strongly advise you to do whatever I say tomorrow, because I know it'll be awful enough. Enough said, mkay? I can't say I didn't give you a fair warning.