I need to vent this out. You lucky people are going to be getting the brunt of that, since my so-called friends are starting to get pissed at me. (I guess I’ve been having just a few too many bad days recently)
It all started this morning when my cat, Cleopatra, woke me up at three o’clock, interupting a perfectly good dream that included… well… we won’t get into that. Now, I suppose I should’ve been expecting this. My mother an I took Clep to the vest yesterday afternoon and not only did she have to get her shots (hissing and spitting the entire way) and get her claws trimmed (hissing and spitting the entire way), she also had to get her butt shaved.
Yes, I sat there watching while the doctor shaved my cat’s butt. And she was NOT happy. So, she woke me up by digging her nice sharp set of hind leg claws (yeah, they only clipped the front ones) into my stomach.
After the bleeding stopped, it was time for me to get up to get ready for school.
Glaring at Cleo, who immediatly had curled up in the warm spot I had previously claimed as my own (with a smug cat-smile on the whole time, mind), I put on my stupid plaid kilt. (that’s my school uniform. Plaid kilt made out of plastic and a white shirt. If there’s a fire, they’ll melt into out flesh.)
Somehow, I was running late and don’t think I even got a letter into my boyfriend, who I haven’t talked to in a fairly long time. I haul ass to get to school and collapse, just in time, into my homeroom. From there, the day got worse.
I completly zoned out in math class and have NO idea what we learned or what the homework is.
Somebody uncovered my clay piece for the SECOND time and I had to start over. Again.
I found out that I had a quiz in Spanish today, and the moron in my class who was supposed to tell me these things, decided it wasn’t important. You see, on Day fives (yesterday) I have English AND Spanish fourth period. I have to alternate and yeaterday it was English. So, I failed that.
Then came English. We have a paper due tomorrow in the Crucible (movie AND play). So I had to write THAT tonight.
I also have to write an article for the school newspaper (also by tomorrow) because the editor really needed a space filler and the librarian recommended me. (You still following?)
I had choir practice until six o’clock and THAT was a total disaster, which is just peachy because out concert is next Friday.
And then to top this all off, I had dinner with my father, who is a rel tyrant and, as my psychiatrist seems to think, the root of all of my problems.
<takes a deep breath>
There. I’m done.
Now please… someone out there tell me that they had a worse day than me. Please?