And you thought the bagel morning was bad?

Okay, so I had every intention of writing about something crazy that I saw at school today, but, as usual, my life took took a turn for the effed up. I didn't even MAKE IT to school today. So I missed my government class (where attendance counts for your grade) and I missed my math class that I am 1% away from failing (thank you first college test!). Now, as to WHY this all started happening.

I woke up today ready to seize the day. Carpe diem (right?). That all ended before I even made it to the shower, which is literally maybe 10 steps from my bedroom. Here is my morning routine. My alarm goes off at 7:15am (Strawberry Avalanche is the tone). I wake up at 7:25ish. Now, I'm cold when I get out of my bed cocoon. So I try to get from my bed to the shower the quickest way possible. This means going through the kitchen where on one side of the entry way is the oven and the other is the fridge. The first sign of a bad day? In my hurry to get to the shower, I hit the fridge. Today? I hit the fridge.

Cut to 8:30. I'm brushing my teeth and my dad and brother walk out the door to go to work. My dad bursts back in the door and the unthinkable has been thunk. "You're front left tire is flat!" This is followed by a string of garbled curse words through my foamy, toothpasted mouth.

My dad looks at my tire and figures out that the air thingy (I think thats the scientific term) is broken. So we put on my spare the throw the old tire back in my trunk. I consider going to school on the spare and dealing with the tire later, but decide its not worth betting my life on a tire that is only supposed to go to 35 miles per hour (opps! I went 60 on HWY 27).

It is now 9:10am ish. When I get to Discount Tire (PLUG!) I am greeted by a rather unhappy looking fellow. Not really sure what his problem was, since he probably had four GOOD tires. He looks at the tire and informs me that I should only take around 15 minutes. Sweet! I could probably make it to class with minutes to spare or at least the tiniest bit late. Things are starting to look up!

10:15am. I look out the window and see that my car has yet to move from my original parking spot. At this rate, I wouldn't even make it for most of my math period. My school hopes are dashed as I sip on my Albertsons Brand coffee in a dirty foam cup. Soon enough, my car is finally done (FOR FREE!) and I decide to head home and punch dance out my anger (and probably try to work on the math that I missed today).

So thats my story and I'm sticking to it! And on a totally unrelated note, my toes are COLD!

Untill next time!