Forever 21
So, I am twenty one tomorrow. Happy birthday to me!! Thing is, I am pretty sure I just graduated high school. I love life right now, and would really love it if someone would pay me to go to school for the rest of my life! That would rock my world! So, yesterday was kind of the day from heck. First, I got up at 7 freikin thirty in the morning, got dressed in some really snazzy clothes and heels, put on some makeup, did my hair, was feeling really pretty.... But, it was all for nothing. I was all ready for my job interview, but realized that if I were to leave right then, and book it to the interview, I would still be late because of all the traffic at that time in the morning. So, smarty pants little me, decided to figure a way around it. I looked on the computer, called their office and got surface street directions that would avoid the traffic. So, I have my directions, in my pretty snazzy clothes, pretty faced, high heels, and what do you think happened? I hate baby gates. I fell head first over the gate with my foot caught in the gate, and my hands on the ground. So, in my pencil skirt with one leg hanging in the air wondering what was happening, you get the picture. So, after untangling myself from the gate, I checked out my brusies, nothing bleeding, so off i went in the blue car with the orange spot on it. After exiting the freeway, I realized that if I went this way I would end up being about twenty minutes late. But, I did not speed on that road, called Harbor blvd. As I was on my way, I was driving in the middle lane out of three quite happily, and the car in front of me moved to the far right lane. Having been there for quite a while, I was just driving as usual. Then that car that had moved, decided it was time to move back right quick and slam on their breaks. So, thier back left got a couple of scratches, and my front right was accordianed in, headlight gone and the hood pressed up... Not really good. Then, I saw the dog move out from in front of the car in front of me, stupid dog. In order to save that dogs life, I missed my interview, totaled the car and waited for the police for over an hour and a half, for absolutley no reason. There is three hours of my life I will never get back. Anyway, so I drove home using trask all the way from santa ana to huntington beach. That was fun. So, I go with dad, and the car people say it is totaled. The insurance guy says it might be partially my fault. And my foot is still hurting from tripping over that damndable gate that morning! At the end of the day, I was: Out of a car, lost about four hours for no reason, missed my interview, didnt kill the dog, bruised my foot, and maybe ripped my skirt. Not only that, but the car was really dirty when all of this happened. I hope the dog appreciates what I went through for it. It ran away after it ruined my day, dang dog. I hope it didnt die of shock after it went away. So, that was my bad day. On a happier note. I am alive and am twenty one tomorrow. I really hope twenty one ends a little better than did twenty! But I am kind of glad for the car with the big orange spot. It went out with a blaze of glory, and saved a dog's life. What a way to go! P.s. I am actually really happy right now, but it makes me feel better to write about the bad days, and talk to people about the good ones! Whomever wishes to give me a present, is most certainly welcome. Just keep in mind, I had a really bad day, and am no longer driving myself anywhere. So, your pitty and generosity is encouraged! Love, Mary Hannah