Stupid federal mail. I haven't gotten my schedule yet, everyone else has, and naturally this leads me to be angry. I'm not going to get it until I'm on my way home from soccer, which is at about 5:15, and this is unfortunate because it means I couldn't spend my afternoon comparing schedules with people. Although I suppose not hunting down the mailman like last year was probably a good thing. It shows that I have developed self control. Sort of.
Yesterday I was forced to watch a porno- okay, not really, but it was fun to make fun of Sydnie. We had a good time at her house, listening to the same Fall Out Boy song over...and over... and over again. And I caught up with like Claire and Emily and Syd, which was nice. Haven't seen them in a while.
Hoorah! I once again nailed a cool person trivia question.
Anyway, so yeah, I don't have my schedule yet. I also do not have gangrene yet, which is something that's sort of on the positive end of the spectrum. Nor do I have plans for tonight, so I think I may accomplish all the things I did not accomplish while I was sleeping this afternoon (because God knows I don't sleep at night anymore). Aka do summer reading. I haven't even finished one book yet.
I need to get ready for practice. Which will be good today, since I actually remembered my crap. But I do have a blister from being enough of a dumbass to wear katie's size seven shoes. Actually, blister may be an understatement.... gaping hole in the back of my heel is slightly more accurate.
Anyway. Time to change my clothes, make a water bottle, and go to soccer, where I can sulk freely over the fact that my mail service is inadequate.
Adios.
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