Bad Day

It's one of those days that everything just seems to hate you.

First thing in the morning, the stairs decide that they dont like you at all and trip you not when you're at the last stair to the ground, but on the top of it all ready to tumble down.
Then, as you get up from a painful thumping that could've been avoided, the toaster decides that the bread really isnt what it feels like toasting today, but a nice finger or two would do. And you just happen to possess those nice finger or two for the toaster to toast.
After all this as you sit down to a hazardous breakfast, the nutella, you're favourite chocolate snack, decides that no, it doesnt feel like being spread today, and thus alternatively will refuse to open.

Yes, that was my rather amusing morning. I thought that the day could not get worse, until I remembered last night.

It was twelve o'clock exactly when my epiphany struck. The little flashy thing on my msn alerts was not going to make me happy, there would be no "hello" or "good morning" and no there wasn't any use in me waiting up. I was just another name on that seemingly neverending list and that's all I'll ever be. Groaning at the thought, I naturally banged my head against the wall... and managed to break a photoframe in the process.

I was happy KNOWING that life could not get any worse than it was, and happily skipped back upstairs, only to remmeber that yes it could get worse. I had a load of homework piled upon the desk infront of the computer while my psp sang invitingly to my heart. Quickly, I tucked the game console away and wanted to get on with the work...only to find that during the night my usb had somehow malfunctioned and I was left with one day to redo a whole assignment which was late in the first place. By this time, I was no longer surprised. Today just does not like me.

By the end of the day, I had managed to trip over more than 18 times, burnt various parts of my anatomy, ended up with upside down, wet and completely covered in flour. I had managed to kill a potplant, end up with a new dent in my phone and obliterate a whole colony of Sea Monkeys, while my mother screamed genocide in the background.

What I also realised today was that someone I have admired for a long time isn't all that great to me anymore. He critisized me alot in the past and I tried to change in accordance, never questioning if it was right or wrong. But, I realised today, perhaps changing isn't akin to becoming BAD neccesarily. While he says that I've become egostical, I would liken that to becoming more confident, rather. After all, don't we all make jokes? Saying "Everyone loves me xP" is hardly counted as vanity.

And yet... life goes on....