(diaryland) May 23, 2003 - 10:04 a.m.

Hey.

I am at school, attempting to open a disk that has my essay on it that I must hand in at 2. But of course, it's not opening. I knew I shouldn't have bought a pink disk. Time to invent one of my cool stories that gets the teacher on my side, I suppose.

One time, my story for completely forgetting about an exam was that I had a bit of a headache. The teacher let me do the exam in a little room all on my own a week later. It was damn good. My final mark for the subject wasn't, though.

The other day, I managed to save up for a violin string. They are way expensive, man. So I went home and started winding it on. Next thing I knew, I busted a different string.

For fuck's sake. Seriously.

I still haven't found my glasses.

Do other people have this quantity of tiny crap problems?

Probably, I guess.