The day of November 30th, 2012.

I had such a crappy day. Like totally awful. Lets take a play by play.
So, I couldn't sleep last night because I decided to lay awake and play the 'what if' game, a game I know a little too well. So I got up at 5:40, and started getting ready. It was one of those days where make up doesnt want to go on your face because its like 'nahh, im good' and then every single thing you try on makes your thighs look fat, and your torso look short. yay. so then I go to Starbucks to get some coffee in my system, and then when I got to school I  remembered that we have to run the mile at 7:40 in the morning. Take some advice from me, never ever ever ever drink coffee before you have to run, just dont do it. So, I go upstairs before first period, and walk around you know the normal. I still had my coffee in my hand, because you know it was the only thing keeping me awake and happy. So then evil teacher decided to call me out for having coffee in the hallways when she, and 3 other teachers where guarding the hallways with no other than coffee in their hands. "Uhh, you're not allowed to have coffee in the hallways." "k." "no, get back here and throw it away." "I'll throw it away in athletics." "I'll give you a hallways infraction with that attitude." So, I turned around, went up to her, took a sip, then threw it away. So, now im coffeeless and I look short, and fat in my clothes. yay.

So, we run the mile, I did it, got a good time, placed on the board, whatever. Then I get to math and figured out that I failed my quiz. So now im coffeeless, look fat and short in my clothes, and as dumb as a brick when it comes to math. Then, science, got to write notes on 21 slides about the sun and its currents, and figured out that I got a 70% on my chemistry test. So, now im coffeeless, look fat and short in my clothes, as dumb as a brick when it comes to math, and cant balance a chemical equation.

I want to become a writer, that lives in New York, in a pent house. I shall drink my Peppermint moca every single freaking morning, and stay in my pajamas and not look into the mirror. I shall never have to find the sales tax on a freaking item, and let the register do that for me. I will never ever ever ever ever ever have to balance an equation, ever, all thanks to today.