Had a bad day. Very bad. Bad. Day.
Despite my communication among everyone to let them know this, I just did my infamous mask-of-hiding trick, acting like it was an okay day. ( And the people I told, well, I barely told anyone. )
Woke up in the morning, I was so tired I felt like I was dreaming and somehow I woke up on the couch with a bowl of cereal on a tray, the tv on the morning news and Mom yelling at me to get up and eat.
I managed to utter something uncomprehendable and sat up, lightly confused on how I arrived at the couch when I remember going to sleep in my bed.
Anyway, I ate breakfast, got up, fell back down into the couch. Now I was full up on cereal, still a bit dazed and confused, and now my leg gave way from under me.
Damn. This wasn't starting out on how I pictured it last night..
Headache. All of a sudden my nice headache-pal decided to arrive. I forced myself up and limped my way to my room and shut the door, got dressed.
Managed to put on my bra backwards, my shirt inside out, and my pants backwards too. How I managed this, I haven't figured out yet.
Running late. I heard Mom yell the 6:15a. yell. 'I'm supposed to leave at 6:30a, big deal Mommy.' I clearly remember thinking that as I walked into the bathroom, almost tripped, caught myself on the sink. Thankfully.
So I do my hair, brush my teeth, look at myself in the mirror. Boy, don't I look great? Hair sticking out of every which way, I must of put it up wrong. Circles under my eyes, hm, looks like I was going to have a bad day. A very bad day. Ah well, couldn't get any worse, could it?
Yep. I fix my hair and now I'm ready to CONQUER school!
....
Anyway. We're in the car and she puts on Howard Stern cause sometimes he has these good jokes, other times he's just a whining jerk.
And at the moment I don't like Howard Stern due to a certian horrible dream that only X knows about.
I don't feel like explaining it. So, yeah, I will whenever I feel like it. Maybe you might need to bug me about it, but I'll get around to telling the people who care to know for whatever twisted reason.
ANYWAY! ( I hate getting off track.. )
I tune out the radio, lean against my arm on the door-thing, close my eyes, fall asleep until Mom tells me we're at school.
Already? Damn.
Thus I trudge out, kiss and hug her good bye, grab my 50-million pound backpack, sling it over my shoulders, take my purse that holds pencil, pen, other pencil, wait. Other pencil belongs in hair. I take that pencil and shove it where it fits in my hair-bun, then grab my "pipe bomb" ( Actually a PCP Pipe painted blue, holding my Orchestra Bow since the stupid Orchestra program does NOT supply bows ) and go up the stairs.
Almost trip. Limp the rest of the way to prevent that from happening.
Go to the office, ask where the attendance is.
Third week of school and I don't know my way around yet. Haha. I found that funny.
Got an absence form. Do you think the day's going by slowly? I do.
Arrive late at P.E. She treated me like an insect, taking time out of her lecture to the students sitting in the locker room, dressed out on the floor in their nice little attendance rows.
Bah.
Anyway. I hand her my doctor's note, she still treats me rude and sends me to sit in her office while she talks.
Ten minutes pass. She finally arrives so I can get the paper-work to do while the others run.
Haha. They had to run.
I finish that and homework and limp my way to Careers. Boring class it is. Taught by this weird teacher. She's the reincarnation of the Brady Bunch mom, right off the show I swear.
On my way I meet this really cool girl. She RP's and now I have her e-mail address and her name is Rainii. ( Her RP name, anyway. ) ( She has this really super cool real name, Sara Finn. Say it outloud, sounds like Seraphim. God it rules. lol )
So, that's another good thing I guess.
Sat around in Careers, doodled, fell asleep, woke up, did paper work, doodle doodle, fell asleep, woke up. Got my stuff and went to English.
English is my favorite class. The teacher rules. He's probably my favorite.
Stupid day ruining everything. I swear, if it could, this bad day would have had me hit by a bus and killed or something.
We had to do these vocab. words, I really hate going back and forth a text book writing things down from it. Dunno why, don't like it.
I get that done, talk to a few friends here and there who were asking me how I was. D ( His name's really Mike, but he loves the anime Vampire Hunter D, bah. ) likes to see my "pipe bomb," so he took it and looked at it for a while. Wow, it's oh-so very interesting. *sarcasm*
Lunch.
AH! My main point of my bad day.
I make it to the student store with D and we buy chips and two sodas that come in these glass bottles, they're called Jones. Very good.
And now we're outside. Walk walk. OH! Almost in slow motion I feel the bottle slip out of my hand and CRASH. ( Actually it was a POP and a SMACK and a SHATTER mixed together. ) I felt something barely touch above and on my lip. Hm.. couldn't be the glass. It doesn't bounce! Hah!
Scared everyone around me. Then I felt it. Blood? BLOOD!? Why blood? Why now? Why today? Why- ... WHY FROM MY NOSE!?
Now since I'm realizing that I'm bleeding from my lip/under my nose and I just caused the whole court-yard to look at me, my hands start shaking in utter and complete embarrassment and fear. The sound of the bottle falling kept echoing and it sounded freaky. Real scarey, kinduv like a gunshot, and like the dream I had with Howard Stern's voice that only X knows about, I'm now afraid of loud noises too.
So I hurry to the nurses office.
WONDERFUL. Some Senior-lookin chick is helpin out. Some help. She didn't get the door for me when I needed to get into the bathroom in the office. I had a cut on my hand, my other hand was bloody and my cut on my lip/under nose was bleeding.
Perrrr-fect. No, that's alright, I got the door.
So I get in, still shakey a bit. I manage to calm myself down and clean up the cuts. My cut on my lip won't stop bleeding! Now what!? I go to the nurse... aid. Could I go home? No, I'll let her suggest it. If she doesn't then I guess I'll live. I get some disinfectant wipe and clean off everything back in the bathroom. Yelled out a few times cause it stung.
Can't really use my left hand as much as I could BEFORE I cut it ( I'm a left-handed person. Hard to write now. Super. )
Lunch ends. Wait, lunch ENDS!?
I didn't get to eat and now I'm hungry, in pain, tired, shakey and still want to go home. Why won't this day end?
Well, final period anyway. Due to the stupid period-blocks. I'll tell you what that is if you ask me in the g-book or on aim/msn/E-MAIL/whatever.
Orchestra teacher eyes me oddly, as if I have two heads. I explain to her that I got cut during lunch.
OH! Surprise assembly? We don't have to play? Super, my hand can rest now.
-- Wish we played. Wish we played. The stupid assembly with this guy, who's the type that isn't actually telling us what to do, but pretending that he's our friend and telling us what to do. Conselor ( Sp -.- Not in the mood ) type people that press you about your job. Yep, that was the whole 2 hour assembly.
Bell rings.
FREEDOM!
I get in the car, we drive home. Yay.
Now I finish homework, get to talk to a few peoples online. Happy ^_^.
Then the printer doesn't work. Still. Stupid technical stuff.
Oo, Gateway cannot help me. Hewlett Packard is not their speciality.
F*ck 'em. I'm in a bad mood again.
So now I need to make the whole thing of Gramma's Pill Chart thing on printer paper. So I do. Three papers. Hand hurts, still the same cut hand.
Now it's present tense.
My leg's so weak and painful, I feel like hell, my pills are STILL not working.. Bah. LONG Entry.. gotta put a warning above.. *goes to do that*
I like that warning.
Insanely cold... no, hot. Eh, my legs are cold, my stomach's warm, my chest and shoulders are cold and my head's hot. Odd. Very odd.
Well, now it's 9:24p. and I haven't stopped typing yet. Suppose it's best I do and take my pill, and go to bed.
Ja.
( P.S. )
( Yesterday's entry was a self-pity, sad, why me why me, cry cry cry one. I promise next entry will be happier. ...>.<' Maybe.. lol.. if I've had another bad day on the day of the entry, I'll just write: "Happy Entry Happy Entry Happy Entry Happy Entry" etc. )
( Grandma's watching this World Trade Center special, on the couch behind me. _-_ She's starting to cry so before I go insane on listening to her sob about it, I'm going to go. )
( OH! WAIT! ^_^' I am an American. I am proud of America. ...Kinduv. So.. I'm posting this lovely Duo-Thing up.. It's very cute and nice and I like it. - Cept the picture doesn't work when ya post it up! ) ( Go here: http://www.heerosferret.com/america.html ) ( Ja. )