I don't wanna work...

let me tell you a little story of my day.

Started off like any other normal day slept in too late, ema called me, we drove to school, went to my locker, saw some friends, you know the usual. Well then it started. i walked into english class and dropped all my books. i didn't really think anything of it at the time, so alyssa helped me pick them up and we just talked. Then when i was moving my desk so we could get into groups they fell down again and darren helped me pick them up. ok wow clumsy much? so i went on with my day went out for lunch, got some hot and ready's and some pop. We drove back to school, my pop fell on the ground... wow ok i really can't hold onto anything anymore. got back to school, went to science in society where we had to build our machine and my super awesome group put me in a super awful mood. Went to french class realized that the thing i spent all period working on a perfecting had been broken by another group member who clearly doesn't listen to "hey don't push so hard on it because its going to break the ramp i just spend an hour perfecting." yea that was awesome... so lawdy-dah moving on... the last bell rings and it get all my stuff together (including the broken ramp that i spent all period perfecting, then worrying about) we make our way out into the hall ...yea my arms are so full.... and everything falls... i mean EVERYTHING... marbles are everywhere, my books are on the ground and my ramp that i spent the last two periods perfecting then worrying about its demolished... so while everyone stands around telling me how much this sucks i have to remember my day.... jill and kevin tite help me pick this one up. So we got into ema's car to go home, i hold everything (bad idea considering my luck with holding things today), drop kevin off at home, make "subtle" hints to a certain person that ema has no gas.. ya ok.... get my work clothes because i was supposed to work at 4:45, go to michelle's house to work on our super awesome science project that i officially hate. We work on it, finish it, everything's going great until... I went to get dressed for work and i dropped my deodorant in the sink... usually not a big deal but considering my day i thought it was a little bit odd, or that i was developing some kind of condition maybe. So we're going to work, kind of a little late leaving, rush into work, sign in, run upstairs meet some new hires, run downstairs look at the schedule.... look at the schedule..... still looking at the schedule... one of the older ladies comes over and asks if i've become dyslexic... yeah hilarious ann... go outside to check the weeks schedule... oh that's great i work tomorrow... awesome! just splendid... and even better i don't have a car. go upstairs, my boss makes a point of calling me back in to talk to the new hires, and then makes another point of embarrassing me in front of the new hires by telling them i screwed up my schedule.. thanks linda... my dad picked it up this time...

BIG BEEF OF THE WEEK: omens