A Day in the Life

Good afternoon, dear readers. Today was the return to school. *eyes rolling* I shall recount my day for my own amusement.

6:50 am: I get several text messages wishing me a good morning and day at school. I am very lahved.
7:10 am: I get accidentally elbowed in the nose. I swear it's broken. My friend tells me it isn't. It still hurts as I write.
7:30 am: We begin to study the Reproductive System in Honors Coloring. Much awkward ensues.
8:45 am: Online, my friend finds a wooly mammoth stuffed animal for sale. He stares at it for twenty minutes, drooling over its cute combination of Wookie and Lolrus. We then have a conversation about an aspic cat, and whether this is a cat encased in aspic or a cat made of aspic. Either is disgusting.
9:00 am: My nose still hurts.
9:30 am: I do some actual work.
10:00 am: My friends are listening to an acoustic Three Days Grace Album.
11:00 am: I discover a poet from Texas who writes by taking pages out of newspapers and blacking out the parts he doesn't want. I am mesmerized for quite a while.
12:20 pm: Lunch time! My friends are discussing D&D, and I feel left out, but I don't want to be included, either...I start gossiping with the only girls at the table.
1:40 pm: Part one of four of the calculus exam. Brain rape. So painful...until my teacher informs me my grade on it doesn't matter because I am exempt from the exam!!!
2:20 pm: I sit in my car in the parking lot at school for at least 15 minutes. I am cut off by a truck with the number 2400 on its side. This is the biggest effing truck I have ever seen. My car shakes in horror.
2:30 pm: My nose hurts.
3:45 pm: I attempt to return some unopened DVDs to Wal-Mart for store credit to give to my mom. I hate Wal-Mart. I hope no one sees me...two people do. One asks what I'm doing in Wal-Mart.
4:00 pm: I am hungry, and I have a coupon for a free apple pie at McDonald's. A McDonald's happens to be attached to Wal-Mart. I claim my pie. Upon closer inspection, after leaving the store, there is a wiry black hair in my pie. My hair is neither wiry nor black. I take a bite anyway, only to discover the expiration date. Which has already passed. I am angry, grossed out, and still hungry, so I go to Taco Bell for a taco. Tacos are similar to pies, are they not?
4:30 pm: I am finally home, to attempt some homework. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day...As a matter of fact, I'm sure it shall be, as I shall be spending some time with the Czar, a very agreeable person. :)