i hate my life.

my day (2 days ago) copy&pasted from facebook.
i'm too lazy to rewrite it all.

"i started my day off by forgetting my cell phone at home. and walking 2 1/2 miles to school.
then i forgot to bring a t-shirt & sports bra to physical therapy. so i had to work out in a white v-neck. a see-through one, might i add.
then i missed my bus stop cause i was on the phone. so i walked around this huge grass field with fences around it and only like one freaking entrance/exit, trying to get back to irvine center drive for about half an hour, thinking i was a) never gonna get out, or b) gonna die.
then i forgot my copy of to kill a mockingbird somehwere. i'm actually not really sure where i left it . it's somewhere in irvine.

i'd also like to add that i forgot to put my ipod on hold so it turned on and played for an undisclosed amount of time in my bag during the day. so by the time i got to phys therapy i was using it limitedly out of fear it would run out of battery. also, i somehow managed to cut my elbow on some scratch in the plastic covering of the pikates machine. and now theres a scratch/scar on my wenus (sp? i dont really care) that hurts a lot in the shower.

that is all."

it doesnt sound that bad, now that i read back through it.
BUT IT WAS.
SDJFKSJDFKJSDF

postscript: thank you sherry for staying on the phone with me while i started crying and cussing every other word. & tad for driving me to phys therapy and saving me an extra 2 miles of walking.