no sun for the third day in a row. armageddon?

today sucked. minus the part about scoring a 100% on the analysis test and the part about someone lovely walking me to homeroom and seventh period, the day majorly sucked. im in dire need of a hug, and dang it, i just want to complain. so here i go:

i wake up and its raining, which is perfect, but when i get near school, the line is backed up to your mom with parents driving kids to school because their daughters will melt and their sons will... get worms if they happen to stand outside when its raining.

i finally get into the junior parking lot, and what is this? all the close spaces are taken. "dang it." so i park next to the grate (once again) and make my gloomy little way into the building that is hell.

then, later, in second period, i feel like killing myself. mrs. angert, why are you so enthusiastic? why, woman? why? ive had it up to here (me pointing towards the sky) with "yay! america!" and the declaration of independence and all the false ideals on which this nation was built, such as "freedom" and "liberty." thus ends the eight o'clock hour.

in fourth period, since i have not succeeded in committing suicide two classes earlier, i resolve to down the next bottle of bleach i can find. when mr. murray turns off the lights to show us the krebs cycle on his projector, i can feel the life pouring out of me - the electron transport chain just isnt the epitome of excitement.

in fifth period, i turn in my "treats," if you will, for snhs - the whole eleven of them - and wind up receiving a grand total of one stamp. one. one of a mandatory twenty. "dang it."

post-seventh period wasnt much fun, either. i wanted to talk with one person and one person only, and, of course, i could not find that one person anywhere. "oh, well." so i go the office to turn in a service hour request, and who do i run into? one person. and who cant stay and talk? "dang it."

so i leave.

then i get home, get my checks, and leave again to go to the bank. unfortunately, i cant get any cash because im an incompetent minor, so i go home with an extra fifty in my account.

and if this isnt reason enough to complain, i dont know what is.

so now that ive ranted for however long, and now that im thoroughly annoyed with the procedings of my day, ill leave.

good riddance.