so im in the car on my way to the common house or whatever tf its called because guess what? its the national day of norway. anD GUESS WHAT?? im in the marching band. hur-fucking-ray.
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because yes, spending 6 hours of a sunday marching is exactly how i like my sundays.
plus, this year, its raining. and its cold. im gonna lose my finger and my makeup is gonna run.

but here's the jizz: while everyone's bad luck day is like friggin friday the 13th, mine happens to be the 17th of may. every year something bad happens to me. it raining is bad luck enough but that affects everybody. marching too.
ok so, one year when i was a kid, we were walking to town (makin way down town stop) and it had rained the night before so the streets were over flowing with snails (ok it wasnt but almost). i was wearing my new, white tights and new black shoes. and im like "lallalallalala"-SPLAT. im a snail murdered. i stepped on one. snail juices all over my calves and snail body on my shoes. my dad was PISSED and we had to go back to change.

when my parents bought me a balloon i would always lose it after like 5 minutes.

this year i forgot my tie. "forgot". dad was pissed.

and yeah my mom has fucked off to the mountains to go skiing so i have to be with dad which makes everything x101001 worse

whOOp

its 8 am and im sad cause i had to wake up at 6:45 and im about to fall asleep on this couch.

basically i hate the 17th of may. everybody knows cause i keep telling everyone. i'll shove it in yalls faces. h a t e. some people are probably like "you have to look positivelrytily at things and stop being so negative because that will make everything worse!!!" no fuck you let me hate things.

moral of story: dont let people tell you what you cant hate.

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