i've got that "bad day" song by fuel stuck in my head...
it's really no wonder why. not to sound overly melodramatic and i-hate-my-life-esque, but today as the worst day ever.
so today was the first day of drivers ed (arg) and it was fine this morning (well, fine for being in a room full of freshmen. oh, excuse me! i mean, soon-to-be-tenth graders. "how old are you?" "i'm going to be in tenth grade." anyway.) afterwards, i had to walk home because my parents had to go back to traverse today for some reason. they were like, "it's only a few blocks! no problem!" well, maybe it's only a few blocks if you know your way around, which i don't, and have half a brain, which i don't. i wandered around town for FOREVER AND A DAY and then when i got home, i had to turn right around and go back again, but at least the second time, i had directions. i also had blisters on my heels the size of quarters. so i'm walking, walking, blah blah, THEN. okay, you turn out of my house onto ely street, then onto court, from court to downie, downie to pine street (where the school is). well, as i'm walking along, about to turn on to court street, i see this guy on a bike, thinking, no big, he's just a guy on a bike. since i'm bored as well as observant, i notice that he's in his upper thirties, mullet (yes, i laughed at the mullet), beard, usual trashy guy-on-bike stuff. i keep walking (you have to go like a mile on court street to get to downie) and he keeps following and i'm kind of wondering where he's going that is going the same way as i, since i specifically chose this route for its lack of other pedestrians, and then he yells, "hey, baby, slow down!" i of course, sped up, disregarding the painful blisters, and he keeps yelling shit at me, such as "hey, come on sweetheart, i'm not going to bite!" which i only thought they said in movies, "ooh, look who thinks she's too good for me!" i get increasingly scared and then i go the wrong way for awhile to get to the police station, where i go in and he leaves and then i continue on to the school, crying, and am half an hour late for driving. then, of course, my driving sucked, i was distracted. so i get MORE extra training tomorrow afternoon. yay. i thought this town was supposed to be all safe and whatnot. i wasn't even wearing skanky clothes! i had on a freaking long tee-shirt, for crying out loud.
on the plus side, i got an interview. yippee. it doesn't seem important right now...
so today was the first day of drivers ed (arg) and it was fine this morning (well, fine for being in a room full of freshmen. oh, excuse me! i mean, soon-to-be-tenth graders. "how old are you?" "i'm going to be in tenth grade." anyway.) afterwards, i had to walk home because my parents had to go back to traverse today for some reason. they were like, "it's only a few blocks! no problem!" well, maybe it's only a few blocks if you know your way around, which i don't, and have half a brain, which i don't. i wandered around town for FOREVER AND A DAY and then when i got home, i had to turn right around and go back again, but at least the second time, i had directions. i also had blisters on my heels the size of quarters. so i'm walking, walking, blah blah, THEN. okay, you turn out of my house onto ely street, then onto court, from court to downie, downie to pine street (where the school is). well, as i'm walking along, about to turn on to court street, i see this guy on a bike, thinking, no big, he's just a guy on a bike. since i'm bored as well as observant, i notice that he's in his upper thirties, mullet (yes, i laughed at the mullet), beard, usual trashy guy-on-bike stuff. i keep walking (you have to go like a mile on court street to get to downie) and he keeps following and i'm kind of wondering where he's going that is going the same way as i, since i specifically chose this route for its lack of other pedestrians, and then he yells, "hey, baby, slow down!" i of course, sped up, disregarding the painful blisters, and he keeps yelling shit at me, such as "hey, come on sweetheart, i'm not going to bite!" which i only thought they said in movies, "ooh, look who thinks she's too good for me!" i get increasingly scared and then i go the wrong way for awhile to get to the police station, where i go in and he leaves and then i continue on to the school, crying, and am half an hour late for driving. then, of course, my driving sucked, i was distracted. so i get MORE extra training tomorrow afternoon. yay. i thought this town was supposed to be all safe and whatnot. i wasn't even wearing skanky clothes! i had on a freaking long tee-shirt, for crying out loud.
on the plus side, i got an interview. yippee. it doesn't seem important right now...