Parents often talk about the younger generation as if they didn't have anything to do with it. ~Haim Ginott
well said, Haim, well said
Okay so today sucked just a little bit but not like horribly because right from the start I was like "fuck it" so the day sucked but I just didn't care! Haha. But anyways, this is what happened.
I woke up late, so I had to take about a three second shower to get on the computer on time in the morning. My heater's broke in the bathroom, so it was ice cold, and the water was ice cold because my dad and my brother had a shower before me. I got on the computer, went to make toast, and my piece of toast completely fell apart. I mean, I didn't even realize a piece of bread could even GET that crumbly. Anyways, so then I drop the toast face down on the floor. I get back on the computer, spend some time getting dressed, get off the computer, can't find my clothes, can't find my shoes, can't find my jacket, all I CAN find is my nine hundred pound backpack. As I'm putting my backpack on, my neck cracks, and I can't turn my head left or right now without my collarbone hurting. I couldn't even find DEODORANT, so my self-esteem was pretty low. I walk down the stairs, come close to falling as my mom is screaming at me as I'm leaving the house, go outside, and realize the bus is pulling up in my driveway. I run for the bus, almost slip on the ice, get to school, forget my homework was due for my first hour class because my study hall was cancelled for the day, forgot to send my report for third hour to school, took a surprise geometry test, took notes in french, went to lunch, people who were NOT ME ate my food, I went to voices, went to physics for another test that I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT and probably failed, then went to my last hour and felt completely lost because I didn't read the paper that was the assignment. I get home, and PUMPI is there, my scary grandma=pumpi, and then commanda leaves me forsaken as I try to think of other ways to avoid my scary ass grandma.