So. I can officially say, now that it is over, that the 24th was a pretty bad day.

Let me start from the beginning. I was woken up earlier than usual because I had to make up a test and a timed essay on The Kite Runner for English. Sucky enough? No, apparently. I then had the delightful fortune to have my sister freak out at me for her blanket being on the floor (which she knocked off her bed), so she dumped all of my freshly washed clothes outside my door. On the floor. Which was fun, let me tell you.

Next, the delightful car ride to school, in which I had no breakfast. Followed by the aforementioned tests. After the tests, I go to look at my page for the shield. And I found that whomever edited my page kindly fucked it over so it looks nothing like how I designed it. After that, I had a bit of an intermission. There was pumpkin cheesecake that came back to haunt my stomach that had nothing in it at the time. Also, Minh complimented my art, and that was a nice moment.

Moving along. As soon as I get ten feet from the art room, I see Ms. Matsui quickly walking away from the door. So I get to stand in the cold. I talked to Monique, one of the AP art students and then my portfolio thing falls over and people step on it, disregarding my stupid assumption that people listen when someone yells "DON'T WALK ON IT!" So glad they could pull the wool from my eyes. But finally Ms. Matsui comes back. She gave out thank you cards to everyone, Kbx - yours is in our cubby. Now I get to go leave the class because they're going to go over the test on Cezanne that I missed and get to make up later. It's a good thing that I took Photo because otherwise I would have been banished outside in the cold for ten minutes because there was no way I was going to Churchill's room. When I get called back, I get to stand through the most tedious explanation of asinine transfer work. I was never really taught gridding, so it's incredibly difficult for me. Regardless, I try to make a straight line, line up the dots to make the grid on newsprint, do everything I was told... and it comes out wrong three times. And then, another demonstration of how to make what was maddeningly evil before MEGA evil. By now, my day is just skippy.

I go to lunch. This morning, Kayla told me that if she didn't see me at the lunch lines, then to fuck off because she wasn't going to get me food. So I went to the band room, because I heard Mr. Naylor talking about pizza he wanted to get rid of. Of course, he wasn't there. It was a pipe dream, but I felt it was my only shot. Too bad. Jess gave me a bag of Fritos and I traded some for a bite of Claire's burrito. Loren walked over at this point and said that my Op/Ed was good. That was another brief break in the smattering of shit in my day. But who else walks over? Kayla. With no food for me. Just blaming me for not being at the food lines. ((For those not aware, Kayla gets there insanely fast and usually is at the front of the line by the time I get out of art.)) Apparently she waited for me. Loren argued with her, but what was the point? Alison gave Minh a piece of tangerine, which she gave me a section of, so not so bad. Until I basically insult Alison's close friend Lena by being an insensitive bastard. We get towards the end of lunch, and Loren talks about getting donuts. There's a Mexican food place right by there, so I ask if he will get me a burrito. He says yes, only to flip out and change his mind after Minh asks for him to get her one too. Pleasant.

Psychology is next. And it's Psychology. Adam chews me out for getting irritated when people hit my desk for no apparent reason. Whatever, it probably made me snap more than usual because my day so far was just too much. Other than that, it wasn't so bad a period. Only Kbx isn't there. And it's like a limb is missing because she's always sitting behind/next to me. Freaked me out a little, tbh. Also, I have her essay and she has mine. Which is not good, but easy to work around.

Now band. Ah band. Let's add a doughnut to my super healthy diet so far. I also get yelled at and get rude comments because I have issues marking time and playing. I can stand still and play. I can march and play. Marking time and playing is randomly hard for me. And we play Sleigh Ride. How enjoyable.

After, I get picked up by my grandma so we can go make food for people I'm barely related to. Great. Kayla's acting weird again and it's pissing off my grandma. I avoid crisis, because at this point, I can't handle it. I help my grandma make the rest of everything we're prepping for Thanksgiving. So we go to dinner at Chile's. At some point during this meal, Kbx tries to call me, but my phone is silent, so I don't notice.

I get back to my grandma's house and right before getting out of the car, I have this violent sneeze that really hurt. So I'm rubbing my nose in pain. I start looking at my texts and see that I missed Kbx twice. I start to call her... and I get my first ever nose bleed. So now I'm bleeding from the nose, in pain, and get Kbx's voicemail. Which is fine, so I leave her a message. After, I go to my grandma and she's on the phone but helps me with my nose. So for the next hour I get to sit with an ice cube on my nose and I have to sit with my feet up. Normally fine, but while nose is bleeding, not so much.

After all this is done with, I must be done with all the crap. Uh, no. We get to spend extra time at my grandma's as my mom chats. I want to get home at this point and go online. Somewhere in between, Minh gave me a lot of helpful information about hair products. Unfortunately, my mom knows everything so obviously Minh's research is immediately shot down in her eyes. Whatever, she'll change her mind eventually. She likes seeing my hair down too much. So now the chit chat is done, and we're driving home and I mention feeling good about my essay that I wrote this morning. We pull into our own driveway and she's like, "Uh, I don't know what you consider a good score..." which leads to me finding out that I got a 75% on my essay and a D- on the multiple choice. At this point, I just want to cry.

But I strive to regain composure. A little later on, my mom talks to me about why I don't read as much as before. So I tell her why. My grandpa used to be like a reading buddy with me. After he died, books make me sad because I can't talk to him about them anymore. Her response after a little bit? "Well... just get on with it and get over it. I'm not going to be your reading partner, so sorry if you were hoping for that." I wasn't but that zinged a little.

Now, I just want to go cry in a ball. But it's not over yet, how could it be? I get a yahoo text, a response to an application to join an art group. It's redundant to say that I was rejected. Hopefully because there were too many people and not because I need to get my ass in gear and stop putting out shit artwork.

And that is why I hated the 24th of November, 2009. This took me an hour to recount, but I'll be feeling it for a while.

Oh and the TL;DR is this: MY DAY SUCKED ASS.

I can't even be excited for the break. I hate family get togethers.

~@11*3