Michelle and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day PLUS an upper.
So my day...erm...week has been fairly....HECTIC! Let's start two days ago. My sister got sick with, what turned out to be, a stomach thing and she needs to eat healthier, buuuuut, two days ago, she was rushed to Urgent with terrible stomach cramps. So for a few hours, Mom, Dad, myself and my aunt were all bracing for Kate to go into the hospital with an appendicitis. My brother had his appendix removed when he was in fifth grade so my parents don't mess around when my sister and I have stomach cramps that are terrible. But it was a stomach thing that meant she needs to eat better foods and not so much junk. bah.
Then Yesterday. Oooooh yesterday....I thought I was in a car crash. Thought I was? How does ANYONE think that the MAY have been in a car crash? Weeeeelllll...I did. So it started like this. Mom had a list of things for me to do. Great! Go to the store and get stuff for dinner, some squirrel food and hair dye. But first I was to go to the library and held my sister find books on Charles Manson. Okies, no big deal. went there. Couldn't find anything, went back out to my car got in and pulled out and drove away. On my way away I thought "did I hit someone?" So I pulled over to look and saw a little bit of dirt but nothing. it rubbed off like...well...dirt...so I kept going to Target. Got there and panicked "did I hit someone?" I kept getting my things and went "Did I hit someone? Did I hit someone? Did I hit someone?" I was making myself MAD!
I went home and threw up a bit. Mom came home and I didn't say a thing to her cause I was in a panic and so I went back to the library.
Then I went into the library. And to the librarian...
And told her I may have dinged someone and if anyone reported that their car was dinged in the parking lot. She said no and was actually, panicked that I was hurt or I hurt someone or REALLY SMASHED A FUCKING CAR! She told me over and over to calm down and that if I had dinged a car not to worry since, DUR no paint on mine and no paint rubbed off. So I felt terrible and went home to tell mom...
I told her...STILL PANICKING. Mom was brilliant, as always, and tried to get me to calm down. We looked at the car and saw nothing. Mom said we could go to the police and tell them, but all that will happen is me being told to go home and have a niiiiice relaxing drink or something. Well I didn't have a drink But DAMN I was so shook up. I couldn't stop shaking the rest of the night. I still felt sick and everything. It was terrible.
That is the end of my bad day.
Today I got a job at the middle school...basically being their little bitch...I don't know what else I am doing though. o-o freaking out a little because of that...
What else then....Yeah I GOT A FRICKEN JOOOOOB!!!! in a middle school. How scary is that? Hormone central anyone? ^^;;; Here's hoping I have an easy job...I sure hope so....
Then Yesterday. Oooooh yesterday....I thought I was in a car crash. Thought I was? How does ANYONE think that the MAY have been in a car crash? Weeeeelllll...I did. So it started like this. Mom had a list of things for me to do. Great! Go to the store and get stuff for dinner, some squirrel food and hair dye. But first I was to go to the library and held my sister find books on Charles Manson. Okies, no big deal. went there. Couldn't find anything, went back out to my car got in and pulled out and drove away. On my way away I thought "did I hit someone?" So I pulled over to look and saw a little bit of dirt but nothing. it rubbed off like...well...dirt...so I kept going to Target. Got there and panicked "did I hit someone?" I kept getting my things and went "Did I hit someone? Did I hit someone? Did I hit someone?" I was making myself MAD!
I went home and threw up a bit. Mom came home and I didn't say a thing to her cause I was in a panic and so I went back to the library.
Then I went into the library. And to the librarian...
And told her I may have dinged someone and if anyone reported that their car was dinged in the parking lot. She said no and was actually, panicked that I was hurt or I hurt someone or REALLY SMASHED A FUCKING CAR! She told me over and over to calm down and that if I had dinged a car not to worry since, DUR no paint on mine and no paint rubbed off. So I felt terrible and went home to tell mom...
I told her...STILL PANICKING. Mom was brilliant, as always, and tried to get me to calm down. We looked at the car and saw nothing. Mom said we could go to the police and tell them, but all that will happen is me being told to go home and have a niiiiice relaxing drink or something. Well I didn't have a drink But DAMN I was so shook up. I couldn't stop shaking the rest of the night. I still felt sick and everything. It was terrible.
That is the end of my bad day.
Today I got a job at the middle school...basically being their little bitch...I don't know what else I am doing though. o-o freaking out a little because of that...
What else then....Yeah I GOT A FRICKEN JOOOOOB!!!! in a middle school. How scary is that? Hormone central anyone? ^^;;; Here's hoping I have an easy job...I sure hope so....