Just one of those days

I've had three weeks off school so far ; chilling in the sunshine, getting merry, spliffing up, reading, writing, shopping, eating, sleeping, Ipswiching.. basically having a bloody good time. So it's only fair, I suppose, that I get one of those days where EVERYTHING goes terribly, terribly wrong.

I arose from my bed at 11am this morning, not bad, quite a lie-in some would say.. So, this was a good start, I was alive, I hadn't died in my sleep.. good start.
Getting up from my bed, I realised I had spilt my cup of water across my desk at some point last night, (highly intoxicated), meaning that my writing was soggy, in fact, drenched. I frowned at my writing, tried desperately to save it, but decided it was not saveable, so in the bin it went.

I looked around my room at the mess I would no doubt have to clean up during this day that we are currently on. After looking out the window and seeing it was nicer weather than the previous two days, I put the wet writing incident behind me, and carried on with my day. NOTE TO SELF : Next time, stay in bed! Things can only get worse.

I made my way to my bathroom, bending my nail backwards as I opened the door. I entered my en-suite, opened my cabinet door, hitting my head as I did so. So, what is it so far?

* Ruined writing

* Bent nail

* Hit to the head

I ignored these annoying little mishaps, and reached for my toothbrush, still half asleep, I squeezed the wrong toothpaste onto a toothbrush, not even MY toothbrush!

Time passed and I had managed to shower, after getting shampoo in my right eye, and get dressed into an outfit barely suitable for a dead person. I began putting some mascara on, and yes, you guessed it, I poked myself in the same shampoo infested eyeball with my mascara wand. As the black tears streamed down my face, I thought, "It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?".

I wiped away the black line, and continued to destroy my face with products.

After I had applied my face, I fell backwards into my bathroom door, twisting my ankle and hitting my head...AGAIN.

I took a breather.

I thought things were only going wrong because I needed to get out in the open air, see the sea, say hello to the sun and such.. So I made my bed, put my shoes on and found my bag.

In packing my bag for what I hoped would be a productive day out, I tripped over my chair leg, ripped my tights, hurt my thumb on my lighter when testing whether or not it worked, trod on my headphones, and forgot to pack my baccy.

I left the flat, got half way down the corridor and went back to... yep, get my baccy.

I searched in my bag for my key... It wasn't in my bag, it was in my room. I spent about four minutes searching for a key to open my already unlocked door. Funny.

I went into my room, sat in the driving seat and began rolling a spliff, (this would undo all the bad that had happened so far). I rolled a rather nifty, neat spliff and put it carefully into a little box. I left the flat, locking my door on my way out.

So, again....

* Ruined writing

* Bent nail

* Hit to the head

* Wrong toothpaste

* Wrong toothbrush

* Shampoo in eye

* Badly put together outfit

* Mascara in eye

* Fall backwards into door

* Twist ankle

* Hit head

* Trip over chair

* Ripped tights

* Hurt thumb

* Trod on headphones

* Forgot to pack baccy

* Searched for key

I'm now, out of the flat, out of accommodation and onto the high-street. Southend greets me with a sunny "HELLO." And I smile. THINGS.ARE.FINE.

I'm not even tempted by the new 'Summer stock' presented in every window, grinning at me with their glossy mannequins and dresses. I walk straight past them and straight into Starbucks... How can I not?

It's been a good 10 minutes since something went wrong, how did I not see this coming?

: The woman at Starbucks gets my order wrong, and spells my name wrong on my cup - Daesie... << What the good Lord's sandals!!?

So after I've waited eight minutes for a simple drink, I leave the establishment, pushing a 'pull' door on my way out.

I sip my frappe, getting caramel stuck on my upper lip, and as I go to wipe away this mess, the wind blows my hair into my mouth, meaning I now have caramel on my hair, and my lip, and I have hair....in my mouth. My shades slip down my nose as I try to act cool and pull my hair away from my face. I wobble on a raised bit of pavement and almost drop my frappe. Close call. I regain my dignity and walk on down the high-street.

I get to the beach and sit away from the children and mothers. I've made it in one piece, well done Daisy. I sit on the edge of the pavement, looking out to the sea, my half full Frappuccino resting by my feet, great decision; as I cross my legs, I kick my drink and it empties itself onto the cobbles. I grit my teeth and make devil eyes at the drink from behind my shades. I look at the cup, it looks like a soldier on the battlefield after being shot down or exploded from the inside out.

I take one long sigh and forget everything that's happened thus far. I reach into my bag and pull out my beautiful friend, Mr.Spliff..........

I drop Mr.Spliff and he rolls down the cobbles and straight into the sea.

FUCKING WANKING FUCK FUCKING FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shit.

Now I'm pissed off.

I stand up, grab my bag, the strap of which is wrapped around my fucking ankle! I pick up the empty, shitting Starbucks cup and I storm away from the beach with a 'slapped arse' face on.

I 'mood walk' through town, bumping into yobs and old ladies as I do so.. and quite frankly, not giving a shit. Before I almost walk into a moving car, I accidentally bite my lip, HARD!! I can feel the steam coming from my ears and the flames coming from my nose!! My phone vibrates and brings me back to earth, and as I check to see what all the vibration is about, I walk into a road and get beeped at by a car, literally 10cm away from running me over. A good crowd of people watch this happen, and I see one girl smirk. Bitch.

I'm almost home and just as I think, "It can't get any worse." I trip over a tree root, just 2 minutes from halls. It's fine though, only a young couple and their child were there to witness this rooty fall, and the child only giggled, out loud, in front of me. Bitch.

So I get home, and turn on my laptop, and log on, and then have to wait FUCKING AGES for the internet to work, and then when my internet is finally co-operating, I log on to BLOGGER and fucking blog!

And yes, this is a totally self-involved blog, it's all about me, and about MY day. And it's completely and utterly self-centered, but afterall, it is my blog.

I also know that this is possibly the most pessimistic blog I have written so far.. but hey, I could be out on the streets, throwing stones at windows and spray-painting cats to get my anger out.. instead I'm at home, writing and 'GOOGLING' words and drinking tea and wearing slippers.