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MUTANT CLOVERS ARE NOT LUCKY
Today was not fun. I went to school. It was cold. I had to wait outside because the rabid weasles INSIDE wouldn't be kind enough to let me in. No, not the teachers, the other students. I was all. . Okay, today is going to be odd. . . In science we had to fil out this little CELL WORKSHEET. . .That was okay, but we had to do it with partners, and I like my partner, but my other two friends as partners are not getting along well. So I was all. . . --() Then the rest of the day at school was okay. So I went home, that was okay too, but then I went on immediatly to Martial Arts. . I lOVE going there, but all the mean people were there, and I had to work with nunchuks, and I like them, but all the mean people were all. . . MEEERRRRRH! SO then I came home. Mum was all EAT NOW! WE HAVE TO GO TO OBOE! I had a recital at 7, but having to leave at 5:45? I think not. WHen I explained this to her in a logical way she told me I had a lesson. MEH! I JUST HAD A LESSON! So I go to the lesson. And I am trying to play my scale, but I sort of get stuck and play a Eb for a REEEEEAAAAALLLLY long time. My oboe teacher, being thouroughly ticked says.
"------Why must you be so. . . . ." (He makes a movement with his hands as though he wishes to strangle me)"STUPID????" I was a little taken aback by this sudden outburst of anger. . *not really* And lo and behold. It was 7:00.
As I walked down the hallway, I could hear a slow, funeral march being played behind me. I heard a voice from afar saying *THough you walk in the valley of death, you are not afraid* Yeah, right. Oboeman stode jauntily behind me, grinning like a cat who just ate something he shouldn't. The other students were all lined up. I was wearing my Flogging Molly sweater, with its four leaf clover for good luck. The other students liked it. As the time drew near for me to play, my hands became sweaty. My turn had come. To cut a long story short, My Enthusiastic jaunty irish jig that I was supposed to play sounded like I just so happened to have mad cow disease. UGH! It sucked. After everyone else had made a fool of themselves in public, Oboeman sort of stood up and grinned. Like a turtle. And so I left.
Then I took a shower. And the ceiling leeked. And I broke the shampoo bottle. Ugh. Then I cried. Cuz I cut my stupid foot. With the stupid shampoo bottle. It stung. Like crazy
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