xviii* The Kiss of Death

Its only noon... and I'm already pissed off. This isnt right. I killed my day when I said before getting outta the car this morning that today would be a good day. That was my kiss of death. Jinxed. First thing start off with me not remembering to copy my blue eyes blog into my actual school journal. Our english teacher wants one every 2 weeks and i write journal entries all the time online, but she wants hers handwritten... so i ran outta homeroom with my tail between my legs, sprinting to the computer lab, probably getting marked as late for just not going to homeroom and all that so that 2 periods later i go to see her after 6 people already told me she's looking for me with a large gun. yeah so she didnt even accept it, so all that for nothign. Then to top things off i didnt have my grammar book or any of my QAIS public speaking papers with me. Yeah so that was just english class, ive also spent the whole day with a huge bruise on left hip from football last nite at venturers and it hurts to sit, not that anyone cares or notices. Yeah but my day was only shitty at this point, then here comes the clincher: Ski nite is cancelled tmr...CUZ ITS TOO FREAKING COLD. wtf is that bout. its fucking sauveur, not tremblant, and i swear to god if my skiing on saturday get cancelled too, im gonna shit on somebody because im missing my BCS bball tournament for my instuctor in training class. fuck. But at leat tonight is promissing, i get to play a basketball game at like 4:15 at loyola then get to go home and relax before doing another like hour and a half of karate at EIGHT PM ON A THURSDAY NITE. Not only do i miss the OC because of it, but i only then get home at like 10, have to shower and get to bed at like 11. I swear to God im gonna go fucking nuts by the end of this day. oh yeah and hamlet act 1 test tmr.... *joy*
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