In the beginning...

I always promise myself to keep a journal, only to forget about it within a few days. Hopefully I won't drop this one. All great people keep journals, and, in case you don't know, I plan on being just that. As to the content of my first post, well, let's hope tomorrow is nothing like today.

This morning, I could not, for the life of me, get out of my bed. My mother came even came into my room to try to scream some sense into me but my body just would not budge. "Please," I rasped, "ask dad to take me in time for my 2:30 class." And so I went back to sleep... for thirty minutes, until my father started his usual bout of calling my name. Get up! Get up!

Why me? I mean, obviously I wasn't feeling well; so why did he just have to call my name every few seconds? It's not as if he even needed anything from me; he does this every day.

Will continue this later. I need to check out books for the library.

Ok, so I'm back. Long story short, I ended up getting no sleep at all. When I got out of bed, I felt like hell, so I threw some clothes on and curled up under my blankets. Because he decided to stop by the the other house to check on something, and the music store to buy violin strings, as well as dropping off the dog at Petsmart, I ended up being twenty minutes late to Group Voice.

Fantastic. In class, we learned our first song, and were let out early. No problem. I then went to the library, checked my email and did nothing until Acting Two. I was feeling particularly gross (fat and fashionably retarded, due to the Armenian flag shirt I was wearing), so I was relieved that we had a lecture the entire time.

Got home, realized I left a stack of papers on top of the computer at the library. Called them. Apparently the cleaning crew threw the papers away.

I'm screwed.

Oh, and then I got in a fight with my mother- but that's a pretty regular thing.

What a nice day.