Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good very bad day except it's me.

First of all, I would like to state I'm writing this on my phone because my dad thinks I'm sleeping. I hate typing long things on my phone, my hands get crampy and my fingers hit the wrong buttons 90% of the time. 

Today started off terrible. I woke up late by a half hour, which left me enough time to make some lunch since I slept in my clothes. I got on the bus, it was very cold. To top things off, I still have my absurd cough that I've had for 3 weeks. It's loud and embarrassing and uncontrollable. 

At lunch, I was reminded how puny I am when my friend tried to show me how to fight. I couldn't do it. He said I was hopeless. Then I talked with my other friend about her boyfriend, which was nice. 

The worst of it was when I got to my last period: tech. It's my favourite, and we were practicing with out live camera skills. We had a camera rolling on a YouTube live stream that my friends and I messed around on. We pretended we were interviewing each other. It was very funny. However, not even 5 minutes into class and we're told that school was cancelled and the buses couldn't come pick us up. The weather had gotten too bad, so we all had to call our parents. Just my luck, school gets cancelled right when my favourite class starts. 

And the best part is, I couldn't even stay and work in the tech room while I waited for my parents. For some stupid reason the principal wanted everyone in the gym. It wasn't a problem with supervision either, because my teacher even encouraged that we work in the room before the principal said otherwise. So I ended up spending an hour doing nothing instead of spending it on doing something useful. 

My parents pick me up and on the way home I tell them all about the live feed and how my friends and I were on it. I even showed them a clip and that was when my dad freaked out mentioning I was wearing the sweater if the company he worked for. Apparently they weren't allowed to wear them in public, which is a fucking stupid ass rule (pardon mon francais) if you ask me. It's a sweater, not a strap-on. And the sweater is gray with their lame logo being black, I'm sure with the fact that the camera quality and frame rate were terrible no one (of the 1 person watching, which was my friend) saw the company, especially not his boss.

So I get home and we end up not watching anything with dinner, which I guess was okay since we sometimes don't. But then I find out that I can't go to the camp I was supposed to go to. Just my luck. So I decide to spend the next hour on my project that I'm presenting tomorrow, and what happens when I finish it? I finished at 12:13, the due date was for 11:59 pm the day before. The day before meaning 14 minutes prior. I couldn't just turn it in late either; my teacher turned off late submissions. But whatever, it's not like it's the first assignment I've finished late and it certainly won't be the last. 

So as I'm just finishing that up my dad comes in and starts scolding me for being up so late. "You're supposed to be in bed, what are you doing?" and all that jazz. So now, here I sit, in bed. Alone, sad, and tired. But because I'm spiteful and enjoy torturing myself or something, I'm most likely gonna end up staying up doing useless shit that I otherwise wouldn't have done if hadn't been told so rudely to "close it off and get into bed". He promised me a tea, as well, and I still don't have my tea, so there's something else. 

Praying to every God that tomorrow is a snowday because I look, feel, and sound like shit. And also I just want to lay in bed and die forever.