Funny how the small things count
Today was a day of small things counting...hence the title of this post haha.
That started off as a good thing.
In honor of the re-watch i did this weekend with Stargate SG1 i decided since i was running late i would bring my breakfast to class with me, and that i would bring Froot Loops. This turned out to be a splendid idea as it allowed me to not be totally bummed out that it was monday and i was in school rather than home sleeping, writing poetry, watching Stargate, and doing general fangirl things. Instead i giggled to myself that i was eating Froot Loops as splendid thoughts of sam and jack and such stargate things ran amuck in my head. Thus even after first period was done i was in a totally spunky mood, as my amazing teacher Joe Geddes described me.
I was having a fantatsic day. I got to show everybody else the other book i'd been published in, the sun was shining, it was warm and gorgeous. I was so glad to be alive. Not sure how i managed to stay in school and not just cut out and go to the park and soak up the sun. And its all becuase, in my opinion, i ate froot loops.
Then ofcourse, that had to be killed because of one small sentence in a book. My english class is reading a book called The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. I dont know if any of you have read it, but lets just say i got to chapter four and cant handle it. Not because im immature, quite the opposite if i say so personally without a tint of arrogance but becuase i have been through so much and in the past two years and am just not ready to have to face something like that just yet.
And it wouldnt be so bad, if my best friend was around to talk to too. But naturally, he's in Nepal until Wednesdayish. *sigh*
Thus my mood was killed.
[/stupid shenanagins filled rant]