Worst Tuesday Ever

I've been alive for a lot of Tuesdays. I'm actually pretty sure I was born on a Tuesday. So excluding the time when I popped out of my mom's vagina, this has without a doubt been the worst Tuesday of my existance. I'll just give you a little schedule of suck:

6.45: Wake up. I think about what I might wear while I'm trying to bust out of my sleepy haze and settle on a sweatshirt and some shorts. Then I realize that since it's been so chilly the past few weeks, I've worn jeans and NOT SHAVEN MY LEGS. I always shower at night, and shaving your legs is just weird business when you aren't fully submerged in water. I power through it.
7.00: Get the rest of the way ready. Normal business.
7.30: Realize it's time for me to leave, and I still haven't eaten. Or made coffee. I'm one of those people who desperately needs caffeine or some other drug (legal or illegal, I don't care) flowing through my system in the morning.
7.40: Leave the house, bagel in hand.
7.42: SHIT. I LEFT MY COFFEE.
7.43: I'll be tardy if I turn around. So I get upset and start figuring out if there's any place to stop on the way. HINT: There's not.
7:56: Arrive at school. This is the first week I've started driving myself to school, because in the past my friend Carter drove me. But then this week, my dad left and I had permission to take my own car. Anyway, our school requires students to have parking stickers in their cars, and to get one you have to fill tons of forms out. I walked into the office, ready to turn my form in. The secretary says it's ok, and then gives me a sticker. And then she says I have to run back and put in on my car. NOW.
7:58: "Please, ma'am, can you just put me on a special list? I'm going to be tardy!"
7:59: "Well, I guess you had better hurry!" *EVIL GRIN*
8.00: Tardy.
8.07: Get back inside; ask again for a pass. After much deliberation, she agrees and writes me one up. Then she looks at my form, and realized that I hadn't written the serial number for my car. THE FUCKING SERIAL NUMBER. I'm sorry, but... No.
8.09: More arguing ensues.
8.13: I finally leave, pass in hand. Then I realize I have to go to my locker. DAMMIT.
8.17: Finally show up to band. We're outside, marching. BLEHBLEHBLEH. He didn't accept my pass, jerkhole.
9.20: Weirdo who sits behind me in history tells me, and I quote, "Your tits look nice, let's fuck."
9.21: Vomit on his face.
9.21: Just kidding. Maybe.
10.00: Get assigned various shitty partners for an AP Lit group paper. Undoubtedly a Group F. We spent the entire hour doing nothing. At fucking all.
11.00: Pop Quiz in AP CALCULUS! W00t! Good thing I'm really prepared! Oh, wait. I'm not.
12.30: Almost die of hunger. Lunch is finally served, and it's one of those awkward, awkward days. You know what I'm talking about.
2.15: Talk to my friends during Physics about my best friend, who's fucking her crazy, ugly, psychotic ex. I had been holding it in since June. I really, realllllly needed to talk to someone who would be on my side.
2.56: Casually tell best friend that everyone thinks what she's doing with this guy is ew. She laughs.
2.57: Gas light comes on as I'm driving home.
3.05: "Hey we need to Skype when you get home" -Best Friend
3.15: Skyping: "Why did you do that?" -Best Friend
3.25: Skyping: "It's kind of a betrayal..." - Best Friend
3.35: Skyping: "How many people did you telll!?!??" -Best Friend
3.36: Sign off
3.40: Shoot self in face.
3.41: DEAD.

Fuck.