wanna read some good ol fashioned bitching?

today was suuuuper shitty up until lunch, and then it got better (slightly). bliss is really weird.

today was also filled with little ironies. otherwise known as little reasons life hates me like a bitch.

ironies

1. i wore the UCLA sweatshirt. putting it on was my first action of the day and i believe it set all the other actions in motion. it is a little irony because 


• i spent most of the day silently judging many people for their clichéness (i.e. popular people and their tans) but yet i was fulfilling my own cliché of hating my body and wearing a sweatshirt the size of an obese person (america's favorite kind.)
• i kept doing stuuupidass things as i was wearing the presitigous place of higher learning's logo. i'm sure the people who saw me do the stuuupidass things must have thought it was ironic too. 


2. i woke up this morning exhausted. irony: the day before i had slept for approximately 4 hours and was totally awake and ready the following morning. but today, having enjoyed a good 8 hours: tired as fuck. this forced me to do things like throw my toothpaste tube into the bathtub because i couldn't get any out, and skip deoderant cuz it annoyed me to put it on. 
3. last night i studied 3 hours for a fucking math test; the most effort i have ever exerted for such a ridiculous subject. but when i got to the test at 7:00 this morning, tons of people were there, and it was loud and annoying. and then i got a fucking 75.08% or something. what grade is that? (haha)
4. i checked my fone after the test and saw that it was 7:43. i went to the teacher to give him my sheet and then he asked me (at the front of the room; facing the entire class of waiting AP  Calculus students) how it went. i believe i sounded like i wanted to cry when i uttered, "uhhhh" and some annoyinglooking kid snickered. then he was like, "do you want a pass?" [to get to my next class] and, in an effort to make a quick escape, regretfully, i spazzed out, "No!" and raced out of the room. when i got up to the 2nd floor, i saw a bunch of kids still dawdling at their lockers, so i thought i was good, but alas: no such luck. the bell rang just as i got to the history hallway. i was officially fucked (the hallway is super long). i also officially had my first tardy. (in front of a class of nerds, an irony in itself). 

sighy-sigh-sigh-sigh. 

in the midst of being called tardy by my previously beloved AP teacher and feeling suuper sorry for myself, i noticed something kind of funny...

when i huffed into the room (i had jogged down the hallway ---also, why must jogging with a backpack on look so completely ridiculous?), there were many different kinds of reactions (that i shall note here for no apparent reason):

• some people laughed at me (Maher, Rachel)
• some people gave me looks of possible pity (Courtney? Girl who sits next to me)
• some people didn't look at me at all because i was basically a criminal and why associate, despite how long you've known them, with a person who has so little respect for school rules. maybe im being overdramatic, but they had to have noticed my entry. (Gaby, Christina. CHRISTINA! she looked at the ground while i walked passed her to my desk!!!)

**also: let me complain about bader's tardy system---what the hell?? i get that it is  practical for her, but it is quite the embarrassing process.