it was just one of THOSE days...

It started out a beautiful morning with the sun shining bright and the smell of fresh-baked pancakes lingered...NOT. Boy, do I wish I woke up on the right side of the bed more often. I have officially decided that I'm not a morning person. Today it felt like I wasn't a morning, lunch, afternoon, or night person. Let's just say it was a bit of a rough day...
I woke up rearin' to go to school in exactly what I wore to bed. My mop of hair was lucky to have even been collected into one, some-what controlled unit of hair. Off to school I went rockin' a whopping four hours of sleep! Thanks to an upcoming family vacation and volleyball tournament, I will be missing four days of school. That doesn't seem like much to handle, right? That's what I thought! Turns out Mr. Goodale LOVES being the devil and is making me finish my three-day CALCULUS test asap. Studying for this FREAKING IMPOSSIBLE test explains why Ellen only caught four hours of sleep last night. It wasn't that the actual studying kept me up, it was more so the nightmares of radical signs and pies chasing me (you heard me, PIES). Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but regardless, I did NOT get a sufficient amount of sleep and I now regret it. MUCHO.
I got to school and got "that look" from many people.. You know the look I'm talking about. The "did she even look in the mirror this morning?" look. I'm pretty sure I set the new record high for receiving that look today. Ha, it's all good.. right? WRONG. Right when you think your day is turning around, the breakfast line doesn't have your kind of muffin. UNACCEPTABLE! Okay, I do realize that it's absolutely pathetic that I would let a muffin take part in ruining my day, but I love my muffins people. I continue through the day attempting to keep my eyes open and failing miserably. I took a couple cat naps in a selected few classes, but the day truly took a turn for the worst when lunch came around...
I know what you're thinking.. it was a gross lunch, right? Actually, the worst part of my day was lunch because I didn't get to eat it! At all! You see, Mr. Goodale is a Nazi and makes us "derelict" children finish our tests in one period and lucky for me, my only open period was LUNCH. It didn't help that the first part of the test was only eight problems and it took me my whole fifth open to finish them (I'm not stupid, the problems are just reaaaaaaally hard....;). I have to admit, I did feel very accomplished after finishing the devil's version of mathematics.
The rest of my classes went well for the day and I soon started to get very excited for track and volleyball after school. I'm not one of those "crazies" that just lovesssss to run in circles, but I am coming back from being injured and haven't been active in almost a month and a half now! If you are an athlete, you understand just how depressing this kind of situation can be.. and trust me when I say ANKLES ARE OVERRATED! Anywhoooo, I got my ankle taped by the trainer and all was going well! I even did a side heel click out of pure joy ( not the smartest thing in the world). But ya know what sucks? I ran ONE measly lap and my ankle killed. How can that be? One freaking month later and I can't simply jog?? Ehh, I'll quit my complaining because I know that no one really want to hear it, but it crushed me.. absolutely crushed me.
Why I went to volleyball thinking it would feel better, I don't really know.. I realize now that a bum ankle means playing defense is near to impossible, hitting a good ball is a joke, and jump serving only happens in your dreams. If you know me, you know that I LOVE volleyball so you can imagine the mood I'm in now immediately upon returning from the biggest failure of a practice I have ever participated in. Just awesome! Oh, and as if things really couldn't get worse, I received a phone call on my way home about my grandma who has just been checked into her local hospital for heart complications. Catching a break seems a little far-fetched, doesn't it. Well enough of my moaning and groaning, I have CALCULUS to study for.. and a lunch to pack.