Call it waking up on the wrong side of the bed or whatever, but today definitely goes deeper than just that. Except for the perfect mark I got for a quiz in Bio, I'm positive that negative rays from the alignment of the October star around the axis of Andromeda and such whatnot might've pitched in greatly to the peculiar lack of good fortune I've been having since this morning.

Look at it this way, have you ever woken up with the premonition of a wonderful day mapping out before you, thinking of the sunlight illuminating every nook of every room you step into (possibly casting an ethereal glow about your face), of the flowers and grasses sprouting forth from the ground you choose to step on, of the people whose faces will light up in childish excitement and whisper distintcly among each other good things as you pass by... and then hear the beep of the school bus pulling up just outside the gate? Weird as these visions may be, I've had them. This morning, even. Last night I coudn't get our F & L script printed so I waited till daybreak to do so. And rather CONVENIENTLY my school bus chose that day to come early. Of all days, dammit! So I had no choice but to abandon my duty and climb on board.

At ballet, Ms. Damian was there to inspect our costumes. Imagine, if Ms. Maricar, who manages to keep us on our feet as she is, is the Captain, then Ms. Damian is the Admiral, Ship Liutenant, and Navy General all in one package. And it had to be this very day among all others for me to forget my point shoes at home. The very idea of me having to take ballet on such a day when I'm itching to have a good nap at home is... absurd. Damn these things. Damn, damn, damn.

After that I found Ria, Steph and some others around the GS and bounded over to play a game of cards. But, as fate favored it my parents arrived in one of those company cars which resemble the white buses we all ride to and fro the school, just as the cards were being dealed. Darn the bad timing. Darn, darn darn.

Oh well. Life goes on. And I still haven't done my History homework. Au revoir, mon chéri.