My 24 hour personal hell.

Today was one of the worst days I've had in a long time.

Mrs. Middleton definitely hates me.
I forgot to do my World History notes/HW.
Mr. Armstrong is on the verge of hating me.
Ms. Chan said Green wants me to rewrite my essay for n.merit because apparently, it's shit.
I had a stomachache in 6th period and I was feeling nauseous.
I was supposed to go to the journalism room after school and help the page editors BECAUSE TODAY IS THEIR DEADLINE and then take the pages home to read but I don't know why I forgot to.
I just went home, felt sick, so I took some meds and then went to sleep. GO ME. Aren't I just the most responsible piece of shit ever? I would definitely hire me ON THE SPOT BECAUSE YOU KNOW, I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER TO DO ONE THING AFTER SCHOOL.
Kevin woke me up at 4:30 and asked me where the hell I was. He was nice enough to drop the journalism papers off at my house but the Beach relayed a little message through Kevin. She wanted him to tell me that she was pissed at me. WELL, THANK YOU. I SAY, THAT REALLY TAKES THE ICING ON THE CAKE.
Then, I couldn't get my banner for club day stamped because some other MOTHERF-IN Red Cross club is using it this week.

Well, yay.

Oh, and let's not forget that I couldn't go to Colburn rehearsal WHICH WAS ONLY THE SECOND REHEARSAL SO FAR because I have an interview with Ms. Chan and an oboe lesson tomorrow that I didn't really practice for so I had to practice so I had to call Mr. Mulder and tell him I wasn't going to make it which of course he LOVED. I mean, the guy was already pissed at me last fall for attendance problems b/c of Lynn's college apps.

Oh, and of course, USC is dumb and they list two different addresses to mail stuff to. So I was calling to figure out which address was right, but they closed at 5 and I tried to call at 5:30.

Then, OH YES, then, as I was practicing oboe, I found out that my English horn reed is cracked. So, I have to buy a new one which costs SIXTEEN DOLLARS. And then for some reason, I can only do the Tarantella at 100. Not 104 like I did on Thursday, definitely not at 126 like Laura wants me to do. MY FINGERS ARE DYSFUNCTIONAL. I HATE MYSELF.

Then, I lost my stamps for the 32 envelopes that I was typing on. It took me fifteen minutes to find them, and by the time I had, I was ready to throw them out the window.
Of course by the time I was done typing up labels for my envelopes, I was at a complete loss of how to organize the whole thing.
Let's also not forget that I was writing my UC essay for Varieur's class and ended perfectly at 440 words. Well, great. THAT'S JUST GREAT.

Do you ever feel like you're letting the whole world down?
That's how I feel right now. Like everyone around me is disappointed to me.
And honestly, I don't blame them. I'm letting myself down right now.