omggggg. okay, hands down, yesterday had to be the crummiest day of my life. seriously. it started out okie dokie--i had a baked potato for lunch (*drool*), the weather was nice, and it was friday--but THEN, right around 3:39, things took a turn for the worserest..est.

FIRST of all, my dad dragged me to taylor so i could watch my sister (sophie, not lauren) play basketball. sure, it was the championship game...and yeah, they won...and, um, okay. my sister kicked major butt. but i abhor sports. oh maaaan. i'm not good at them, they're boring, and i always get yelled at when i say i don't like them. oopsies.

okay, so right after the game, my dad goes "ooookay! pizza and ice cream!" and i'm like, dying. i didn't WANT to go eat pizza with a bunch of 4th graders, darn it. but i went to round table anyway and tried to be a trooper. i think i decided i was going to kill myself right around the time that one of the little demons spilled sprite all over my beautiful new converse. *le sob* never has pizza been more miserable.

and THEN, i get home. i'm tired, and grouchy, and covered in pepperoni and soft drinks. of course, this is when the elements decide to send me another curveball--i got in a super dee duper fight-o with one of my bestest friends. *shudder* it was the most horrible fight everrrrr. i guess i started it...but can you blame me for being a wee bit on edge? ^^^ see above!! anyhoo, it culminated in me "breaking up" with him, and then crying about it, and then trying to fix things but finding that (as usual) i'd screwed myself up for eternity.

and THEN (yes! there is more!) sometime around when i was telling my friend that i was sorry, my mom walks in and she's like, "okay. what are you doing." my parents don't trust me with anything--they think i use the internet to look at porn. puh-leese. it's only good for nutang, aim, and research projects. anyway, i show mom what it was i was doing--talking to my friend. and she reads this one part that says "i'm breaking up with you", or something, and she starts freaking out. "oh my gosh! when did you have a boyfriend?! why didn't you tell me!? what..why...why are you breaking up!?"

okay. someone try and top that. because i think that should go into the records as the most terrible, horrible, no-good very bad friday in history.

oh, and friend? if you are reading this...i am sorry. really.

edit--> isn't life a pretty place to be when all conflicts are resolved and you have steak for dinner? yeah. saturday's turning out to be a hell of a lot more muff than friday was...

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» djjester on 2004-03-14 11:37:22

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