So today was, at the very least, interesting. By all general standards, it was a pretty awful day. Let's begin though.
I woke up late, at about 9:30am, which is just far too late for me to funciton on a Saturday. I did not exercise. I got yelled at several times by both parental units to fill out my University of Chicago forms, which wouldn't be that bad, but did they really both have to tell me about three times each? Danny Phantom was a repeat, and they only played one, and played Jimmy Neutron instead, which sucks. So I decided to go shopping. I went to Famous Footwear. Where I planned to exchange my shoes sort of, so I could get a discount. But I decided to check Dilliard's first, so as soon as I arrived at FF, I left. I got to the corner of Clague and Centre Ridge, and well... basically I thought this person was going to turn right, as they started moving forward, so I accelerated so that I could make the same right turn (the ligth was red) and sadly bumped into the rear bumper. It was, ironically enough, some Maggot sophomore driving with her temps (poor girl, I really do feel badly about that) and her dad- who was a complete prick and made a big deal about it and I just wanted to say, "shut up, I wasn't going anything over five miles an hour." Wisely, I refrained. Basically a whole bunch of nonsense ensued- I had to call mother to keep the guy from beating me up- the prick cheered right up once she showed up, of course. The parentals minimized lectures, thankfully enough, as they know I punish myself enough, I don't need them to jump in.
Then, since I had to call my mom, I wound up going shopping with her- which was alright, as she did buy me some nice stuff, but honestly, I wanted alone time. Then I came home and realized that most of my friends were either out of town (Elizabeth, Caitlin, Shannon) or already had plans (Sydnie, Lyla, etc..) and that I had nothing to do with my evening. That depressed me for a while so I slept. It actually didn't depress me, I was just bummed because I was really in the mood to go out.
Fortunately, Sean IMed me (gotta love the internet) and invited me over to, "knock back a few" with him and Keller, so I went over. Only, on my way, I hit a live animal, AKA a GOOSE. Can someone please tell me why said goose was not intelligent enough to FLY THE FUCK AWAY?! Hello, you have wings, Mr. Goosey. Use them. I totally didn't see it, either... one minute this crazy ass Cadillac is swerving, and the next minute there's a goose five inches from my car. I couldn't hit my breaks fast enough not to hit it. Then, even though I stopped at the laserwash on the way to Sean's, my whole car smelled like roasting Thanksgiving turkey... which would be alright, maybe, if they smell of meat didn't make me involintarly ill. But I eventually came to Sean's, played beer pong (not with beer, of course, no me gustan las cervezas) and hung out, reminicing of times long past, and discussing the upcoming bball games of importance. (I know nothing about bball.) It was a pretty good time. Quarrels (or however it's spelled) and some other Asseem kid stopped over, too. Great times were had by all- particularly knockin' on some new enemies, old friends.
The ride home was uneventful except- my car smelled like BURNT thanksgiving turkey the rest of the way home, and I managed to see my handiwork on Centre Ridge on the way home- there was a stripped down bird in the middle of the road- oops. It was honestly pretty sick.
Other disgusting thing: got a C or two on my report card. Excuse me. I'm dying. I wish I was that goose. And I wish school wasn't so painful these days.
Oddly enough, I'm still not emo, despite the general calamity of the day. Oh, well. Tomorrow means trip to EAton and possibly the Ed's rugby game if I'm super motivated. Adios.