And here's a rant on today, possibly one of my worst days yet. At least in this year.
First thing, I woke up at about 6:00am on a Saturday morning. There should be a rule that nothing should ever happen before 10am on a Saturday. Then, as I was getting ready to leave the house to go to the foreign language spoken competition (FLAG), I got a call from a teacher in charge of gathering everybody up and putting them on the bus. Apparently I had gotten the wrong time or something because I was supposed to be there right then. Oops. After I got there, last one there, I realized that there was practically no one else on the bus I knew. That wasn't too bad, and I didn't really care.
Got there, attempted to register, and found out that my name wasn't even on the list. But the guy, who wasn't coming that day and had a substitute, was. So was his substitute. So, they crossed out his name and put my name down instead. Coolio, that worked out. For the moment. After that, I sat around for at least half an hour in the cafeteria of the school I was at, which I forgot the name of... Anyways, then I got up and went to scale the building to find out where I was supposed to go to do the actual competition. I found it easily enough, then decided to go back and sit in the cafeteria again, got lost, went back to the room, and stood there until I was supposed to go in.
Then there was another mix up and my name still wasn't on the list that they had, but luckily they accepted me anyways after I explained the situation to them. I went in and got really nervous, so I played with my earlobe the entire time I was talking to the judge. I thought I was doing pretty well, up until I had to describe a picture for the judge. I basically just failed that. Then she told me that she would give my scorecard to the people in charge of the awards and such and that if my name wasn't on the certificate to tell them about it.
Well, I went to the awards ceremony and stood in the back for about five minutes before I finally went to the front, figuring since I couldn't hear a thing they were saying and there was pandemonium everywhere else I might as well join the crowd at the front of the stage just in case they call my name. Then I found the rest of the group I was supposed to be with, which was good. The people giving awards had already called my name, so I stood up there with the rest of the Spanish-speaking/learning kids and waited for them to call me again. I got the award and the certificate, and guess what? The award, I got notable. That's the lowest score. =__= Then, the certificate had the other kid's name on it. So, I ended up giving the certificate back to the lady cuz I would like to at least have my own name on the stupid thing to say I actually went instead of stealing it from someone else. Anyways, I gave it to her and she said that they would mail the school my corrected version. I doubt they will, though, because thirty seconds later she was up on stage holding the dumb thing and calling for "CONNER GREEN?" He was a no-show, lady. Did you really forget me that fast? That was a bit of a disappointment.
Then, on the way home, I was feeling cold, sick, tired, sad, hungry, and disappointed. So, of course, I wanted to go home. But instead, the rest of the bus decided to stop for lunch. I, however, had forgotten my money for lunch, so I sat in the restaurant and doodled on some paper I just so happened to have with me. Woo-hoo.
I got home, sat down for a while, then the tornado sirens went off. What the heck. So, the whole family went downstairs and we sat down there until it was over. There was no tornado where we were. While we were down there, my sister gave our younger sister part of a double chocolate fiber bar thingy, which got her very hyper and unruly. Yeah...
Sometime after the whole weather ordeal was over with, I got a text from my friend saying she was on her period and was currently stranded at the school and out of tampons. Nice one. So, I came to the school, expecting to give her the pad and go watch the show that was currently going on. Unfortunately for me, that plan did not work out and by the time I got there they were all sold out. By this time I was so fed up with my luck that even as they were letting other people in I decided not to go talk to them. It would have been $10 wasted in my opinion. I already saw the thing anyways.
Anyways, I was sitting there, outside the auditorium (but luckily still inside the building), and I'm trying to get a ride home. I text my step-dad and he doesn't respond for who knows how long, so I end up getting a ride with one of my friends, instead. She asks if I can sleep over at her house, so I text my step-dad again. He still doesn't respond, so she and her grandmother come and pick me up, then drop me off. By this time, my phone has died on me so I have no way of communicating with home. I get home, and the door is locked. That happens a lot; our door locks automatically from the outside when closed. Whatever. Just one more twist on my already pretty bad day.
He answers the door, and immediately says that no, I cannot sleep over. Great, there goes my fun for the day. So, we send my dear friend away home again, and I throw a fit basically in which I start crying and slam the door to my bedroom because I'm just that fed up. Then I hooked my phone up to the charger and turned it on, got three texts, one from my friend and two from my step-dad, one of his saying "If you were going to ask me a question what was the point in turning your phone off afterwards?" Dumbass.
My mood eventually got better, my mom came home, I listened to a bunch of music, and I started writing this. Guess what? The tornado siren went off again. Only once, though, but my sister and I still heard it, so right now we're alone in the creepy basement of my I-swear-it's-haunted house. And it's cold. And my feet are cold and tingly. But I have a cat. That is good. I'm about to go back upstairs and crash like it's no one's business. Besides this, tomorrow I have to go to church. Parent's rules. And then I have a ton of homework to do on top of it. *SIGH* Life. Gotta love it.
