Hello, hello. I am writing this at school. My dad keeps using to laptop so I can't write to all of you lovely strangers.
Yesterday, I had a very displeasing time. Honestly! Soon, March will come and my ironic luck would surface. Soon...
To clarify, I have this odd habit of touching a desk's metal whenever I'm discussing things over with classmates. It's an odd habit that I'm unsure when it started, but it exists. Unfortunately...
Anyway, when I was in class, I did the habit. Nothing more, nothing less. Unfortunately, there was some unknown pink substance, probably lip gloss, on the metal part of the desk. I got some on my sweater, but thankfully they were easy to remove. I had hoped not to do it again, as the water was practically from the depths of hell. It was scalding hot, honestly.
Moving onward to the story, I went back to my seat and resumed discussion. However, like the DUMB IDIOT I AM, I touched the desk again and unconsciously wiped it on white pants. White. Pants.
I went to the bathroom again, endured the SCALDING HOT water and tried to wipe my pants. Unfortunately, I only got some removed. I pretty much gave up after I couldn't stand the heat any longer. My hands are still red from that unfortunate experience.
Thankfully, I was able to write to get it off my mind. Then, just because Fate decided to become God, it struck again. This time, making me lose my favorite eraser; correction, my only eraser.
I was whiny about it, sure. I honestly thought it couldn't get any worse. Then, someone decided to be a man's lower bits and stole my pencil! That rapscallion! It was full of lead and has a full eraser.
Thieves I tell you! Pirates! Barbarians!
Now, you may think I'm over reacting. Perhaps I am, but I must tell you. I get very, very attached to inanimate objects. I treat them like I would treat a dog. Lovingly and with care. It makes me upset to even think of my possessions with someone else. Really breaks my heart into little butty pieces. A tear to my heart.
Now, for today. I'm okay. Still kind of butt-hurt about the things that happened yesterday. However, I think I'm better. I think.
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