Today was awful!
I got in a fight yesterday with time and well it got all angry and aged everything on me at the moment until it disintegrated... So as a result I lost my headphones!!!! They are completely broken now!

Then dis-morning I went to find another pair in my room and my room was all like. “No headphones here I absorbed them all as tribute!” I WAS SOOO MAD!!! I fought with my room all morning!! It wouldn’t give in and admit it’s only supposed to take tribute I give... as well as tell me when it needs/ wants it... I’m soo streamed about it!!! And still without headphones... and now my room is a mess... also it was all prissy because it wasn’t clean enough for it to bother dealing with my ranting! So as we fought I dig around and, further annoyed my room until it was steamed at me and it started throwing MY own things at ME!

Just plain an awful day...
Ohh don’t even get me started about school!!!!! OMG!! Was just plain it a mess!
I got to school and no body I know was there and a wretched she-devil attacked me at the bookstore because I smelled like perilla. I bought the wrong book and had to return it for a new one, she didn’t like the idea simply saying “why don’t you just turn back time and buy the correct one?” I'm not on good terms with time right now.. I simply left and went to my class early and waited.
When I finally got into class I noticed someone had switched my desk, leaving me with a left handed desk! So I did the only reasonable thing I knew how, I removed my hands and switched them, so my left hand was my right arm and my right hand was my left arm. Well lone behold I could write at the desk only to find out my writing was backwards... Now here comes the worst part, I couldn’t take off my hand! It was stuck that way and it kinda turned a little and got jammed at an obscure angle! So I had to twist my arm awkwardly just to write... backwards at that...

It was like that all day till I got home and oiled it just to get it off! THEN I had to go in the bathroom and use the mirror to re-write all my notes forward again...


My whole life right now feels like I’m boiling a great many pots of soup on the stove each with a broth that’s distinctively different but made from all the same basic ingredients...
But I’m afraid to mix them and see what happens…