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as this is my first journal entry, i figured i would talk about something that plagues me:
my utterly crap luck.
i figure i somehow have reeeeally bad karma; but i'm not a particularly bad person, which makes me wonder exactly what i did in a past life. apparently something naughty. oh dear. i live my life as a perpetual victim of murphy's law: "anything that can go wrong, will go wrong", and most of the time i don't screw-up at the base level, i create a catastrophe. if i'm carrying a tray of cupcakes, i don't just trip and drop them; i fall down the stairs, dislocate something, and the tray flies into the vice-principle's face (note:this actually happened... twice). if i'm drinking coffee on the bus, i don't just dribble it on my stuff; the top comes off and a scalding geyser baptizes me, my clothes, and all of my school stuff. here is an example of my day-to-day life:i...
wake up half and hour late, forget half of my homework on my desk, leave my lunch on the counter, chase down my bus, spill my coffee everywhere, trip getting off the bus, work on my homework until i get kicked out of the library because my friends are talking, go to first period where my locker gets jammed and makes me late, (rest during class), go to next period (late of course), turn in the wrong homework, (rest during class), go to next period (late), get stopped in the halls by teacher and given lunch detention because i'm late without a pass, get yelled at because the people next to me are talking, (rest during class), spill coffee on my desk on my way out, drop and break my calculator while running back with paper towels to clean up my desk, run to spanish (late), get moved for asking a friend for a pencil (mine is way gone by now), get chosen as a target by stupid freshmen boys a and b, GO TO LUNCH (brief respite), go to class and trip on the stairs, late to class because a stressed out senior screamed at me for five minutes because i bumped her when i trip, realize i turned in this class's assignment in chemistry, get put in a group with smelly patrick (again), go to next period, stop to talk to teacher, arrive late and get points taken off of today's grade, my voice cracks, teacher takes out frustration on me because she knows i won't do anything about it, go to LAST PERIOD... (oasis for the most part), miss afternoon bus because i have to back and pick up my coat from my locker, walk two miles home with all of my books, dogs from hell (lion dog and spawn of satan:they are EVIL) cross the road to attack, RUN HOME, trip up the three stairs to get onto my porch, drop the key into the bushes, get a spider in my hair while getting said key, collapse into house, *SAFE*.
and that's a normal day. there was no exaggeration in that. in fact, all that happened last thursday. the next day was exactly the same, except i had piano, and my ride forgot to pick me up.
the only good that comes out of this is that whenever something good happens i can truly appreciate it, and it doesn't take much to make me happy. and while i'm certainly not happy about my jinxed nature (i'm not a complete masochist), i'm embittered by it. i just needed to get out my rant. i'm better now. after all, c'est la vie.
*note to self:way to start in spanish and end in french. nice, nice*
 sarcasm bites back · Wed Nov 19, 2008 @ 01:03am · 0 Comments |
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