Today was a long day.
I don’t know if it could be classified as a positive or negative variable of the calculus equation that is my life, but it boy how it dragged.
My mood was also in a very questionable state because of the whole printing debacle that began when I realized I lost my wallet and was therefore cut off from the expansive privileges provided by my school idea (i.e., scanning in to the library, etc. for free periods, scanning out into the great blue yonder for lunch release). Anyway this prevented me from printing my critical key terms notes that I needed for reference to achieve my critical perfect first grade in AP Gov. This is not a very interesting story, but boring as it was it masterfully destroyed my sanity for the day.
Today was a cold day.
I thought that highly opaque black tights and a felt/wool-blend/polyester mini skirt dripping below a heathered Jersey Boys t-shirt would be a sufficient uniform with which to face the winter tidings. I was sadly mistaken. Instead I shivered and goose-pimpled my way through every class, every hall way, every auditorium that I entered today. Turns out my “Grey-dient” theme, though tonally appropriate for the season, lacked coverage.
Today was a happy day.
I have no homework for tomorrow because I play cello moderately well. Yes, that’s right. My B+ musical gifts have allowed me to be selected for the chamber orchestra that is being taken down to the all-state music festival to play with the choir’s specially commissioned piece this year.* Most importantly, this means I get a friday off of school and placed inside a coach bus, which I am actually rather fond of, especially for sleeping purposes.
I also discovered that my body is in an excellent state of health and that I have nothing to be worried about currently, with the possible exception of the range of motion in my shoulders, which is rotten, and the appaulling rapidity with which my gums are receding though I have not yet seen the change of eighteen years. What will I look like at 85?!
Today is over.
I have nothing more to do except discuss the world with my parents and eat freshly-baked-from-a-pre-made-package-of-dough chocolate chip cookies. And probably shower. And finish typing and thinking of tags for this excruciatingly long tumblr post that virtually 8.479x10^-90000000% of the earth’s population will read.
*If you have a future list of you-tube perusals, as all culturally excelling persons should, I would take this moment to pull it up and type “Working Girls” VHHS Girls Choir or some similar key phrase into your queue because it will culture you in the way I know you’ve been looking for. However, if you are looking for more of a street-corner working girl, I suggest “What a Night”, one of those great tunes recently repopularized by Jersey Boys