Today, has turned into a great mess.
I scheduled a car appointment for 7:30 this morning (because that's not too early for someone who doesn't wake up to an alarm any more) and woke up at seven.
I forgot to clean the stove last night so the first thing I did when I got into the kitchen, looking through eyes half open and still in my pajamas, was grab the spray bottle and got to work. My mom came directly in behind me and said "I don't think you have time for that anymore." I turned around and said in my best apologetic voice "I'm so sorry, I forgot. I'll do it real quick." But, I was too tired to remember what I had just come out of my mouth because as soon as I turned back around I put down the spray bottle without scrubbing the stove at all and began looking for clothes. I was out of the house by 7:15 and rushed to my appointment in the snow to sit and wait for two and a half hours. During that time I managed to find no source of caffeine or any form of sustenance, but instead a mouthy t.v. host trying to fix America's broken relationships far too early in the morning, and a sassy meteorologist who said (I kid you not) "As the snow fall leaves Maryland's Eastern Shore it will move into lower, slower Delaware.". In that two and half hour window though I did manage to see today's Whig with my dad's face printed across the front of it. This, perhaps, was today's biggest mess. The article is so hurtful and should have never been printed because none of it is true...my dad isn't even 61! This isn't the forum for that discussion however, but just know all aspects of it only added to the messiness of the day. By ten o'clock, I was hungry, thirsty, angry, and still asleep, a mechanic came out and told me I could leave without paying because they're alignment machine was broken and they couldn't do anything for me.
After that I headed back over good ol' EHS to pick up a copy of my transcripts. My day improved for a moment when I found out I graduated with a 4.03 gpa and 15th in my class. Previous to this morning I thought it was with a 3.2 gpa and as a 20-something. Not that the latter are bad statistics at all and not that it holds much stock now, but that information left me so astounded and grateful for sheer dumb luck it nearly made up for my morning, nearly.
I came home and ate my weight in sweet potato tacos and applesauce then told myself I'd be productive. Yea, that was a lie. I did get a few things done. I skyped with Stephen and Jessica, wrote half of the second of two essays that I need to write for a February scholarship, studied Italian, did the dishes, and finally cleaned the kitchen. Adam tried to vacuum but then the band in the vacuum snapped so we spent most of the evening trying to fix that. In the end we found ourselves among several pieces of what used to be singular piece vacuum and a lot of dust. Tomorrow we will fix it with renewed enthusiasm.
I made spaghetti and Adam and I watched Despicable Me with dinner. This is about the fifth time I've tried watching this movie but I actually stayed awake through this viewing! Hu-zah! All around it's a stand up movie, even if it is a tad predictable. The minions, though, make it a worthy watch.
So, that was my day. Tomorrow it will be better.