This is how my day has unfolded:

I woke up after getting three hours of sleep at ten am, and Tori still wanted to go to St. Vital Centre some time before one.

I rolled both my ankles walking up the stairs.

I cut my knuckle on the cabinet whilst brushing my teeth.

I pulled a muscle in my chest trying to grab a hold of my brothers hamster that Tori accidentally dropped.

I cracked my back walking to the back door.

I pushed my way through crowds of rude people, and screaming children to get to Wal Mart to wait two hours in line for fucking Harry Potter so my brother could gift it to my sister for Christmas only to find out they had none.

I got home to find that it was only 64 degrees in the house as opposed to 72 degrees.

It got ten degrees colder than that in two hours, and as it turns out the furnace is broken.

My sister punched me because there was no room on the stove for her to make coffee.

My brother called me a selfish bitch for not sharing my grapefruit soda after he hit me for not logging the computer on, and I have an exam in approximately 14 hours, 44 minutes, and 15 seconds.

My day, has been lovely. Can you not tell?

In other news:

I feel left out and like I'm missing out on one giant fucking inside joke that evey other fucking person in my life gets.

I feel kind of neglected and stressed out. Like no one wants to spend time with me because I have too much on my plate and some times I like to vent.

Isn't that what friends are for?

Hate me all you want but there is only one thing I can say about my day and my current life situation.

FUCK.

MY.

LIFE.

I want a fucking new one.

--Panic mode has now been upgraded to ULTRAHIGHDEFPANICMODE.