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i always have these strange kinds of mixed feelings on whether i should write in my journal here. on one hand i tell myself..well nobody reads it anyway. but then when i think about it a little harder..i wonder if nobody reads it, because i never write anything. so abandoning my journal doesn't seem like such a hot idea..but there isn't any motivation to write flowery and revolutionary words either. i had a bad morning, i could write about that. it started off fine. woke up to hear the radio dj's talking about forgotten items in stoves. melted tv remotes and the like. made me remember when i caught the microwave on fire. fun times. so i woke up laughing, and smiling. i was feeling ambitious this morning as well. i wanted to finally make it to school on time for a thursday morning. well, i managed to shoot that goal all to hell. i recall yesterday...day before? don't know mentioning that i have managed to avoid all serious injuries..even mild bruises have been contained for the last few weeks. never should have made that comment. first of all, i couldn't find my management book this morning. i looked everywhere, but it's probably under my toaster oven inside the box of cereal locked in the basement. because i certainly can't find it in any of the usual mybookismissing-wherecoulditbe? places. oh well. it'll show up in my backpack someday. and i'll forget it was ever lost. i give up the search, hoping to somehow salvage my ontime goal. walk out the front door, get to the bottom of the stairs and promptly wipe out on an innocently unassuming puddle hiding a vicious sheet of ice. i'm sitting in a grimy, wet puddle. with my purse, phone, backpack next to me, soaking up the dirty water. and i can't even think of an appropriate reaction. so i stand up, and go start my car. i examine my pants, and decide that i've already completely ruined any chance of making it to school on time, and the pants are lookin pretty muddy. back into the house to clean up a little. realizing i don't have time to find a change of pants, i just found a towel, and cleaned up the mud. pants didn't even look to bad, just wet and cold on my legs. so my morning really can't get much worse. i was sure of it. i was going to get to school, just explain what happened and why i was late, and no big deal. i was even careful walking down the stairs, walked a different path to the car to avoid that evil ice patch. except i managed to fall on another sheet of ice. and then, seriously. i didn't know what to do with myself. i sat in that cold, dirty puddle. in shock. i'll have to come back later and update on how the rest of this frickin day goes. off to my next class. bleh.