The Best/Worst Day ever

Well, yesterday was Friday.
And to those of you keeping score, yesterday I got my J-Term assignment.
But I shall start from the begining right now folks, cuz thats not all that happened today.
First off, never eat a bagel with Honey and Walnut cream cheese with Nantucket Nectars Lemonade, its disgusting and messes with your internal organs.
So after Algebra, which is in the Lowry, I always have to run to the Landmark to get to the front of the Elevator line, because I dislike walking up 5 flights of stairs.
So I tried to go through the front door, but it was locked oddly, so I used the side door, and I go up the two steps leading to the Atrium, and guess who' standing the middle of the atrium?
Hayley from Paramore.
I've never wanted a camera more in my life.
But Mr Grosscrites (The Dean) told me to get to class, so I skedaddled and STILL got to the front of the line.
Well God Damn.
Oh, but it doesn't end there Ladies and JellyBeans.
Its the last five minutes of class, and my History teacher Ms. Vevle, is passing out our J-Term sheets, and when mine came I opened it and was at first confused at what the hell I was suppossed to do, until I looked at the last sheet of paper, reading:

Good & Plenty

Role: Coach Kettlewell

Needless to say, I was happy to get in the play I wanted, and just to be involved, but I was a little disappointed not to get the role I wanted.

The role in question was a student called Margie, a hippie girl who only speaks in Song lyrics.

But I was happy.

Until I got to the bus stop.

I was talking to the boy known only as the Trumpet, when I happened to glance across the street.

I saw a group of girl in my track (Happy, Sleepy, Grumpy, Doc, and Hymie) and they were all smiling and I could just tell they were talking about J-Term because everybody was.

I never felt so lonely in my life.

I suppose it doesn't really matter though.

No other news.

Beatles: I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping, While my guitar gently weeps. I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping, Still my guitar gently weeps.