So, it starts out, I go to school wearing my Twilight tee shirt. And this girl who used to be my friend, but isn't anymore, we'll call her...Motoko, hates Twilight. So, she has another girl hit me, and then, Motoko hits me, and I hit her, then she kicks me in the shin, in a place that I happen to already have a bruise on.
WARNING FROM HERE ON OUT SWEARING IS INCLUDED AT RANDOM POINTS IN TIME!
So, then the bitch proceeds to complain about how much I hurt her. Yeah, because it's my fault she kicked me in the shin. You know, I just, I told her to. Ask and ye shall receive. So, I suck it up, walk to first period, and manage to only be annoyed a lot. Then, in English, I got a big textbook dropped on my foot. Yeah, nothing says 'walk to fifth period on the other end of the school' like a book being dropped on your foot.
So, once again, I suck it up and walk to math.
Nothing bad really happens after that for another 5 hours. It was 4 o'clock and my dad decided to call the music store in Murray to see if they had a bassoon case. They did, so my dad decides that AFTER we eat dinner, we'll go there. Now, I had homework out the wazoo last night, so I'm like, 'wait, you're telling me that I have to drop everything and go to Murray with you, ((which is a 30 minute drive, not to mention coming back would be in rushhour traffic)) to hurry to a store that closes at 7. Alright. Whatever. Don't use that brain that you keep saying you have.' So, naturally we leave at 5:45.
Now, we're driving along the freeway, and my dad realizes, he doesn't know where the music store is. So, he whips out his cell phone, and is now swerving around the road, and almost runs us into an overpass. Now, I know I said I didn't want to go to school, but that didn't mean I wanted to loose my limbs.
When he finally gets the address, he pulls out his GPS, and once again, is swerving all over the road, and I'm thinking, 'Oh god...if we crash...I won't have to finish The Hound of the Baskervilles' ((JK, I was more thinking, 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, fuck you bastard, fuck you.'))
Then, he hands it to me, makes me type in the address and that, so, he continues driving, and then, oh yes, there's more, and then his tire pops. And he swerves to the side of the road, well, it's like, he tried to pull into the emergency lane, and just barely made it. Now, being the ever observant person I am, I see the sign in front of us that says, 'For Highway Help, call *11' and I say, "Dad, maybe we should call them..." so, thirty minutes later my dad realizes that he isn't getting the tire off, so he decides to call my mom. Who, of course, comes.
But, my dad wouldn't let me roll down the window, open the door, or turn on the A/C. So, by the time my mom gets there, I feel horribly sick.
After awhile, I get home, do my homework, and go to bed at 11.
So, then the bitch proceeds to complain about how much I hurt her. Yeah, because it's my fault she kicked me in the shin. You know, I just, I told her to. Ask and ye shall receive. So, I suck it up, walk to first period, and manage to only be annoyed a lot. Then, in English, I got a big textbook dropped on my foot. Yeah, nothing says 'walk to fifth period on the other end of the school' like a book being dropped on your foot.
So, once again, I suck it up and walk to math.
Nothing bad really happens after that for another 5 hours. It was 4 o'clock and my dad decided to call the music store in Murray to see if they had a bassoon case. They did, so my dad decides that AFTER we eat dinner, we'll go there. Now, I had homework out the wazoo last night, so I'm like, 'wait, you're telling me that I have to drop everything and go to Murray with you, ((which is a 30 minute drive, not to mention coming back would be in rushhour traffic)) to hurry to a store that closes at 7. Alright. Whatever. Don't use that brain that you keep saying you have.' So, naturally we leave at 5:45.
Now, we're driving along the freeway, and my dad realizes, he doesn't know where the music store is. So, he whips out his cell phone, and is now swerving around the road, and almost runs us into an overpass. Now, I know I said I didn't want to go to school, but that didn't mean I wanted to loose my limbs.
When he finally gets the address, he pulls out his GPS, and once again, is swerving all over the road, and I'm thinking, 'Oh god...if we crash...I won't have to finish The Hound of the Baskervilles' ((JK, I was more thinking, 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, fuck you bastard, fuck you.'))
Then, he hands it to me, makes me type in the address and that, so, he continues driving, and then, oh yes, there's more, and then his tire pops. And he swerves to the side of the road, well, it's like, he tried to pull into the emergency lane, and just barely made it. Now, being the ever observant person I am, I see the sign in front of us that says, 'For Highway Help, call *11' and I say, "Dad, maybe we should call them..." so, thirty minutes later my dad realizes that he isn't getting the tire off, so he decides to call my mom. Who, of course, comes.
But, my dad wouldn't let me roll down the window, open the door, or turn on the A/C. So, by the time my mom gets there, I feel horribly sick.
After awhile, I get home, do my homework, and go to bed at 11.
Ta!
Shigure's Carma
Shigure's Carma

