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 Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 10:08 pm
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Today hasn't been the bestest of days. I just gotta wait for tomorrow... I got up later then I wanted. No biggy. Go to shower, in the middle of it, my father tells me he needs me for the day (my day off, and I have to go be bored, yay) I find I'm out of underwear. Get out of the shower, no towels. Not even the miniature ones. Just tiny, micro handtowels. So I make do.
The day at this point hasn't bothered me much. I get to my aunt/grandpa's and dink around while they finish putting the motor together in the car (why I had to come up so I could drive the ford back and my dad drove that)...
I finally get home at around 9. I do terrible in my video games (lol, nice thing to add, right?), I call my sweetums, talk to our friend so I can visit tomorrow after work, she'll call me back later...does, talking, decide, hey, I need clothes, obviously, so I'll call after I finish laundry...
SO! I start my laundry, the iron board decides to give out and throw everything onto the floor, so I have to pick it up...and whilst doing that, swearing, because at this point, the day is just ereghing me, I stand up halfway, only to smash my head into our 'expensive' energy efficient lightbulb. I'm sweating cause it's freaking hot down there in the basement, glass is everywhere *I just pulled another small piece from my hair a few minutes ago*, my head hurts, I pick everything up, have to move stuff cause the iron board is blah'd, and then my mad hunt to find my clothes/underwear/etc. to throw in the washer... I realize, many of my shirts are missing.
So then I get done, finally, and I call my sweetums back, and get that "beep...beep...beep" noise, I send a txt, call again later, nothing...
Just.
Ahh. I know.
It doesn't seem like much, and it really isn't, but it's just a combination of small things that just make me feel like someone was out there to combo-me-to-agasdfafasd-ness. Ya'know?
DISCHUNUSHUNS:
Every had a day... a day of small, tiny things that just keep going on and on and on and on? I'd love to hear them. Make me feel like I'm not the only one. ;.;
Also: How was your day today?
))I realize this might be a "loljournal please", so if you think it's... just nada. Go ahead locks it.((
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 1:00 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 3:40 am
First off, I feel for you.
Second, here's a bad day if there ever was one. It is a heavy read though. Quote to read it, because I don't want to page stretch.
Let's see: December Third, 1998. It's raining. I'm Eight. I love the rain, but I can't play in it today. I have to see my cousin in the hospital today. Rats. I love the pot hole right outside our base housing that is deep enough to splash rainwater into my face. Let's just go visit her, and then I'll complain about my stomach and we get to go home early. The drive over, a total of three minutes, feels like forever. Mostly because the engine stalled for some reason, and the hot air kept coming on. Oh well. We arrive at the hospital, and my poor little legs have to climb three stories. Dang, that's a lot of steps. Too much for a little kid. We finally get up there, and find out her room is on the opposite side of the building. We finally end up over there, and my father ends up talking to her parents outside of the room. I go inside, and convince her to walk outside with me. The rain will make her feel better, I say. She gets let out, because no one sees her leave. She makes it out to the first step down on the pavement, and collapses. Me, a little scrawny thing, catches her and tumbles down as well. My head is sore, and the dirty rainwater around me is red. Oh. I lift up her head to see if she's okay, and she's crying. Thank you for caring about me, she softly speaks. I brush a chunk of hair from her eyes, so that I can see them. Her bright blue eyes are a dull and flat gray. That's odd. She smiles at me and kisses my cheek. I quickly rub off the kiss to prevent cooties, ew. Goodbye, she barely gets out, before hacking and coughing.
The end.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 2:10 pm
I woke up at noon.
It's 2:10.
......nope, I got nothin'
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