Worst. Day and a half. Ever.

Rise and Shine its 8:15 AM. First task of the day: enroll in summer school. I take a shower, and get out... to find that all of my clothes are still in the washer. I put them in the dryer, and fix my hair and make up. I put on a floor-length dress (because I'm going to a funeral later), and head out the door.

As I get in my car, I realized I left my purse inside. I run back in to go get it, and sit back down in my car. The spaghetti strap on my dress ripped in half because it was held together by a dinky piece of plastic. I run back inside to fix it.

I drive to the community college. I get lost. I get lost in the parking lot with all of the 'One Way' signs. I finally find a parking spot. I trip as I get out of my car. I walk towards the school, and a rude boy looked at me like, "HEY, YOU DONT GO HERE". Correct. I don't.

So, I go to the Advising center - to enroll in College Algebra. [Three years past, I had taken 'Intermediate Algebra']. They tell me that if I want to be in their College Algebra online class [at the community college] then I would have to take 'Intermediate Algebra, again and then I could take College Algebra in the fall. Screw that idea.

I am angry, leave without buying my text-book and lab kit for my general biology class.

I drive down the road, get lost in the ghetto, because I am frustrated, feel like I'm going to get shot.

Come home and I'm starving. Mom doesn't want lunch.

I try to continue to write a paper, and then I get some discouraging news... which I will not share here.

THEN my mom gets a phone call from my grandma [nickname : DRAMA QUEEN] asking if we are going to the luncheon + graveside service. My mom says no to both because I have to be back at school.

My mom and I go to the funeral, and sit in the back... and my dress breaks... AGAIN. Not an easy fix with 100+ people around you. .... As we look to our left with the family is coming into the funeral service... there's my grandmother [DRAMA QUEEN] IN A WHEELCHAIR!!! She is perfectly capable of walking.

After the service, my mom and I waited in the foyer of the church. We wanted to see some family members. So, everyone comes out, and my moms cousins come up to her saying they almost threw my grandma off the wheelchair because she is causing so much drama. My grandma comes over and tries to interrupt us from our first time to see our relatives in maybe a year [disclaimer: my family isn't the closest, ever].

My great aunt jannie (who lives far away) asked me what I was studying in school. Told her 'Communications'. My grandma says, "Well, i've never heard of that! You never told me".... I was at her house two weeks ago and told her the same thing.

ANYWAYS.

The family gets mad at my mom and I because we weren't the ones pushing her around in the wheelchair. Oh well.

We get out of the church, and head home. It is currently 3:55. It takes about 20 minutes to drive home, and then I run inside my house, grab my stuff, and head out. I go to 7-11 to get some gas, and there are NO gas pumps for like 10 minutes. Every time one opens, someone else takes it.

So, I finally get my gas, and get on the road. It is about 4:30 by the time I get on the road, and I have to work at 5:00. I'm stressed out, and couldn't get anyone to take the first hour of my shift (finally did, thanks Sydney!)

I come back to school, eat a gross dinner... Sit down to write a paper, and then my date for Saturday [a sorority date party] cancels on me. Awesome. It's Wednesday.

So, I say whatever, and then I continue writing my paper. I have been messing with my jeans all day, and then all of the sudden : RIP.


Needless to say. It's been a horrid day. Hoping for a better one tomorrow.


I hope you found this humorous. I will tomorrow.