day 002

Today could be summed up with a single word - (un)remarkable.  My school day followed the same pattern of monotony (a comfortable pattern at that).  I met with Boy before school, suffered through 1st and 3rd, ate lunch with Friends and Boy, limped through 5th, sat in traffic, then found myself home.  I suppose I'm not giving Friends and Boy enough credit, considering they are extremely weird, therefore highly entertaining.  But nothing out of the ordinary occurred today at my backwards school that has neither rallies nor minimum days.

So everything was unremarkable until I noticed my car was leaking oil.  Then, my day turned slightly remarkable.  You know you had a boring day when the most exciting thing that happens during it was watching a pool of a sticky, black substance form under your car - your symbol of independence. And once I realized that my symbol of independence was soon to be in someone else's hands for a day or two, my day became rather...(un)remarkable.  Seriously.  I'm stuck at home for a couple of days.  The horror.  Nonetheless, I complained to Boy for roughly 30 minutes on and off about it, full of disappointment. 

I have a talent that many other girls share - I can blow up things.  Figuratively.  Although I probably could literally as well.  Back to the main point, I can make a big deal out of a situation.  So, of course I did that with the car ordeal.  I also do the same when my mom yells at me, a bird poops on my car, and when I make funny noises.  It's either my attention whore side or unamused side acting up (probably both).  I like to believe that I am just constantly bored and I want to entertain myself, which typically comes with making others want to cut my head off.

After that lovely self analyzation, my weekend was great.  I went out to a fancy dinner with Boy and had a girl night with Friend H.  I suppose I need a new identification system.  I'll think about it.

This was a pretty drab and dull journal entry.  I feel as if I pulled this out of my ass...Which I did.  Figuratively.  That's gross.

OH.  I am writing a story in my journalism class with a partner.  Well, I hope I am.  I do like to write even if it is a bit stiff at times! (That was a non sequitur).  I remember reading once not to use exclamation points while writing.  Well screw it~~~~!!!!!!!!!!?!!??~!?~!?111  Ahhh.

I hope you have a lovely day or ten...depending when I update next.