One Bad Day...
I started the day out fine. I went to school. I study with James from 10:30 am to 5:00pm It was wonderful. I feel really good about my test on wednesday. The only thing is that after walking to my car, everything went down hill fast. My car door hit me in the head, bending my glasses, and knocking me for a loop, the watiress that the restaurant was horrible and totally rude, then going home my mom drops a fork on my shoulder, then I don't make it to the rest room in time and pee on my self a little. It was wonderful. I think it was James who did it really. He has it out for me cause I text him a lot. So he thinks of ways to get me back and I think it all caught up to me today. But I love James as friend. He is awesome, puts up with me, always makes me laugh, and helps me out in math and sometimes out side of class. Expect today he was talking on the phone and couldn't stop to help me after my car door took me out. Oh well that is love. what can ya say?