Today has been a disaster.
I started the day with oversleeping, which is never good, especially when I have school. I was home alone, and I walk to school. I woke at 8.10, and had to be ready to leave by 8.35.
There was no chance of me achieving that.
So. I was late to school. Again.
I walked into the sixth form room where everyone had gone after registration, and was just talking to everyone for a bit, and then my mate Anna pointed at my boob. I looked down, and to my sheer horror, I wasn't wearing my school polo shirt, I was wearing my works one, which is slightly similar, but noticably different.
I have had nightmares in the past, which were along the same lines of what happened to me today. When I saw though, I did burst out into a kind of squawking and laughing fit, and my friend Forida, had to hold me up.
I was kind of confused, amused and embarassed at the same time.
Thank goodness, I only had a double lesson of history and then I could run away home at 11am.
In history we had a bit of a laugh like we always do. One thing that isn't really funny, but interesting, was a similarity between something that happended in the 17th Century, and something that is happening now.
There were rioters that destroyed a toll-gate because they thought the tolls were unfairly high. It was rebuilt and the rioters, yet again, destroyed it. This happened over and over again, until the toll-gate owners finally got the message and didn't bother.
The similarity I found is a phone box in a nearby town to where I live that is on a rough estate. The phone box got smashed up once, a few years ago now, and everyone was really shocked. The local council had it rebuilt, and thought it wouldn't happen again. Well. They were wrong. The same process continued for a long time, but this had an opposite result. The vandals decided to stop smashing the phone box up.
Intriguing eh?
When I got home (home alone - again) I decided to do some housework. I started with doing the washing up, and then proceeded to make myself a cup of coffee. I broke the kettle. The filter fell out, and I managed to fix it, but I'm not sure if I did it right or not. The ironic thing is, I broke the last kettle that we had, and kept that a big secret, and then somebody else thought they had broken it.
I then started on the hoovering the front room, and bare in mind, we have a new carpet which has only been laid for a few weeks. I was nearly finished, and then to my extreme terror, the hoover started making a horrible whirring noise. The reason, was that it had tried to pick up this little bit of plastic which was attached to the carpet, and the carpet began to unravel and wrap its way round the spinning bit of the hoover.
I turned off the hoover as quick as I could and unravelled the stringy carpet, but a slightly noticable gap has been left. I haven't told mum, and hopefully she won't notice!
So yes, I have had a bit of a disastrous day.
Well, I think that's all folks.
Laila x
