What a screw up day, honestly, don’t you just hate days like that, nothing seems to go right. Well lets see here…

I woke up late today and only had time for a 10min shower before it was out the door and off to the bus stop. On the way to the stop my mum almost crashed into a lamp post, ran a red light and went to fast over a speed bump, which caused her too loose full control and ended up knocking a man off his bike. After that I walked the rest of the way to the stop, when I arrived I realised I had left my lunch, homework and half of my books at home, by this point I was dreading waking up. When, finally, the bus arrived I was forced to stand the whole way to school, as some annoying primary kids had decided to take up a seat each. Now I was late to school, as I was running to morning class I was tripped up by my shoe strap catching on a piece of metal, which caused me to sprain my ankle. After hobbling to morning class, now 10 minutes late I was meet with an imposition for being late, my teacher was being SO unreasonable. I managed to get through the next two lesions all right, besides crashing into my X-friend on the way to my next class and dropping my books everywhere. Interval was a disaster; I tripped up two people, walked into a pole, fell over 3 times and had someone spill their hot, hot chocolate all over my white uniform. It was about at this time I started wonder if I was able to knock my self out, so this day would end, but alas, all I got was a very bad headache and a painful lump on my forehead. During third period, Math, I actually fell asleep and woke up with the sound of laughter and the teacher standing over me with a very annoyed look and a bunch of homework, as everyone was getting over the fact that I had fell asleep I tripped up yet again. Now it was on to period four, YES!!! I said to my self, only lunch and period five to go. I arrived to my class room with no trouble, I actually allowed my self to think it was all over, but was I mistaking. With in 20 minutes of entering the class room I had managed to set the desk on fire, spilt acid all over my friend, attempted to neutralise it with a base, but in the process setting his shoe on fire and burning a hole though his pants with the base. Now it was lunch time, OH MY GOD, I can never go back to my school again. After visiting the nurse with my friend and having him sent home, due to the fact that he only had one wearable shoe I tripped up again, this time falling onto the principle and knocking him completely over. After many apologies I caught up with my friends, remembering I hade not eaten, due to the fact my lunch was probably still on my bed, I managed to scab a few dollars off my friend and proceeded to the Tuck Shop. I spent most of my lunch time waiting in line and when I finally go to the front of the line they had ran out of everything except stake pies, which I really hate, but I did not have a choice. In the process of taking a bite of the pie I was pushed, tripped and the pie splattered all over the most popular girl in the school, while she was getting a piece of steak out of her eye I made my escape and ran all the way to my next class, by the time I arrived I had knocked over 3 year 9’s waked a teacher with my bag and waked in to the same pole I had earlier. The last period of the day want quite fast, considering it was English:’(. When the bell rang I ran all the way to my bus stop, which happened to be on the other side of the road and whilst crossing almost got hit by another bus. The bus ride home was quite uncomfortable as the bus contained three of my old friend, which I had to sit quite close to, but I was glad I didn’t have to stand. After half an hour of pretending my MP3 player was loud enough to block their bitching about me the bus finally arrived at my house. I walked in, got changed and proceeded to get into a verbal fight with my mum who thought I had an ‘Attitude Problem’, just because I had to make dinner and I had a ‘Sour’ look on my face, when I said I was just she through a fit, which caused me to cut my finger with the knife, after completing dinner I went into the office to write this.
WHAT A SCREWED UP DAY, don’t you agree????

P.S, this is the third time I have had to write this out, first my computer crashed then we had a power cut – what a day.