It. Sucks. Hard. Core.
Especially when you have to wake up at 5:30 AM just to go study stupid church stuff.
Sorry, God! Don't smite me for that! I love you and all, but I don't love losing my sleep for you!
I also don't love freakishly happy teachers in the morning but I'll gripe about that another time.
Basically, my facial expressions of the day went something like this:
Let's do some explaining. Six AM was when I started seminary. Didnt even brush my hair. 8AM was when I started school. Not that thrilled. 10AM is my demon-hungry-about-to-die-faise. omg i was so starving. I WAS SO STARVING GUYS. I COULD HAVE SWALLOWED SOULS.
The only reason why 12PM is a semi-happy face is because it was lunch time and the food was delicious. It wasn't awesome because while I was with all my friends, Dorothy got really quiet whenever my other-awesome friends were around. So I felt bad talking to them. So I just sat there awkwardly in silence with her for a while.
Then after lunch, during English, I realized I was once again in a cram-packed classroom full of kids who don't like me, don't care for my existance, and a guy who I used to like. So around 2PM I got really depressed for no apparent reason and by the time the bell rang I was about ready to die. It didn't help that the bus I got on was filled with a bunch of rowdy idiots which reminded me I need to get new earbuds, and once we got to the elemantary school (I walk home from there) we had to wait for all of the other buses to get there before anyone could get off. And they got stuck in traffic for about 15-30 minutes. Where I sat in miserable silence while my two friends from last year who bonded insanely talked in the seat in front of me, while my brother and his friend from last year talked in the seat behind me. I didn't get home until 4PM.
I spent my day running around trying to fix my funky schedule (which had me put in two of the same English classes, w-t-f) and getting into prep band which I am having doubts about now. I found out that the guy who I used to like still likes me, but I no longer have feelings with him simply because he waited too long. I have to walk at least half a mile to get home with my brother unless I got a ride with Sarah. I seem to be breaking all of the promises I made myself within the first day of the year and I realize I am going to be nothing more than a weird introvert who has strange colored socks but isn't special enough to really stand out from every one else.
I got home at 4PM, the same time my dad got home. My little brother was already home, slamming his keys on the piano and already had friends over. Within minutes both of my brothers and his friends were arguing over the X-BOX.
I dropped my bag on the floor. I went into my room. I plopped on my bed and died.
... until my mom decided to revive me for dinner, but I still feel dead. And hungry.
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