One of those Days

I should've known when my hair refused to do what I wanted it to do, that today was going to begin really crappy.



{Via Perplexigirl on Wehearit}

I go to history, sit through a discussion on a book we read and wrote a paper on. Realize that my paper is WRONG. Try to fix, then erase corrections, accept fate, and turn it in.

Go to Poetry. Class workshops MY poem which I know stinks, but hey I'm not a poet. So I sit there, clicking my pen telling myself over and over that I don't care what they think. Guess I really do. They didn't get it. They didn't like it. My professor says it "had good moments". That's what I say to someone when their poem is so bad it can't be fixed.

Go to fiction, sit through fifty freaking minutes of nothing. Of my teacher rave about this disgusting, disturbing story that I won't even name. Realize that I have a short story due friday that I don't have any ideas on.

Go to be my car. I've been blocked in by some idiot who parked behind me against a red painted sidewalk. Hello idiot! Try to back out without hitting someone, whilst noticing a guy walking by and laughing at me.

Though it could be worse. I could be poor poor taylor swift who got snuffed by that douche Kanye at the VMAs.

I could be the kid walking in front of me as I exited the liberal arts building. Who instead of stepping through the door smacked into the window. Lol.

Smile Little Robot. It will be okay.