Wow, another day.

Wake up to my alarm, turn it off, and sleep another hour, which makes me late…as usual. Force myself out of bed, step on my sister who is sleeping on my floor, and blind myself by turning on the light. Rummage through piles and piles of clothes that I’m too lazy to put away and pull out something that looks like what I wore the million other days of the year. Black and white, if you don’t know what kind of person I am. I usually only wear black and white. Didn’t feel like showering, I did yesterday. I’m over it. Brush my hair, make it look somewhat decent, go downstairs, get poptarts and a water bottle, and head out.

Yay! Good ‘ol Columbia. I hate school, I’m so sick of it. I have to force myself to come. *Fifty nine days until graduation, fifty nine days until graduation, fifty nine days until graduation.* Ugh. I texted Scott to tell him to let the teacher know “I’m working on it”…which means I’m walking as slow as possible, stalling, because I’m already late anyways. Get to class, see Jason, my day just got horrible. It was pretty shitty to start with (as is everyday when I have to wake up at 7am), but now its definitely shitty. I hate it. Plus, I’ve been sick for a week and a half, so being in class, right now…not exactly a thriller. Sick, Jason, back hurts, neck hurts, and bored – most definitely not a good mixture. But, what can you do, I guess.

I don’t know what’s in store for me the rest of the day. More classes (yay!…), work, then Maddi is picking me up early from work. That should improve my mood a bit, I hope. I don’t know, though, she was crying all day yesterday, so it might be a vent session from her to me tonight…probably not a mood bringer-upper.

Scott is texting me, trying to make me feel better, giving me ideas on what to do. I feel so lame today, ugh. Knowing me, I’ll just put on a fake smile and get through this day…until I have this class again and this same process repeats.

I’m hungry, too, what the fuck. Those poptarts did not do justice.