So I drove home after school today and as soon as I walked in my bedroom and put all my books down I realized that I needed to drive back to school and email myself the typed 5 page paper I wrote this past week. “Sure, that’s a little annoying.” I thought to myself, “but nothing I need to get mad about.”
I get there and the library with all the computers is locked. That didn’t really surprise me considering my town is infested with people who honestly think they live in some third world country when we have an Audi dealership right across the street from our high school.
Anyway, I got a janitor to open the door and wait there with me while I sent the paper to my home email. Just to be sure it didn’t get blocked by my schools filter, because OBVIOUSLY everyone at my school watches porn on the school computers all the time so we need a filter (sarcasm), I sent the email 3 times hoping that if one didn’t send, one of the others would.
I got home and laid in my bed because I had the worst headache and thought I deserved somewhat of a rest after “dodging that bullet”.
Yeah well it didn’t send.
*Good. **I’m so happy it didn’t send. ***That’s the best possible thing that could have happened.
***I’m exhausted and don’t even have the energy to be properly angry.
P.S. We get it. Whitney Houston is dead. That doesn’t mean play “I Will Always Love You” an insane amount of times. It only gives people who could not care less a chance to act like it “personally affects them”.
I have the worst headache.