Not a bad day, just one I hope you never have...

So, I was telling my roommate about my day and she demanded that I write it down. Since I am well over two weeks tardy on my blogging, this will kill two birds with one stone (poor birdies...)

We will start at eleven o'clock last night with an emotional break-down. The usual, but also included my frustrations with a ten page research paper I am writing for Book of Mormon that is due tomorrow. Turns out I hated it. All of it. So, I hit the shiny delete button and started all over. Somewhere around two this morning, with the help of my father's amazing English skills, I shut my laptop with eight of the pages of my new essay done. Woke up this morning in time to realize that I didn't want to wake up. So, I didn't. I missed my first class (yes, I know I'm horrible), and got to my second class with little time to spare. Made it through my classes without falling asleep, although the concrete floor in the Benson was inviting enough that I succumbed to its wiles and ended up with a very sore neck. Then it was onto chemistry where we heard the delightful news that the class average on the test I am taking tomorrow is a 60%. Yes, that's right. And does this teacher curve? (with how this day is turning out, that is totally rhetorical) After chemistry I ran to the car to achieve the numerous things I had planned for the day. Things were going great on my hike to my car until said car would not start. Yes, my battery was dead. Called dad. No answer. Started crying. Called mom. Called dad. Got an answer. By some miraculous power, my car started on the seventh try and I drove around while a parts store was located for fear that parking would be the end of me. Went to Checker's in Orem and was helped by a very masculine, very large lady. In a mystery of fortune, she got called away and Trevor helped me select my new battery, pay for it, and installed it with his lovely set of tools, although I was totally ready to get the pink ones out of my trunk. I finally made it home, where I started working on my essay again. I worked until a lovely shift volunteering at the hospital where I only got lost in the ER once (room 2 is hard to find). I rushed home to get a calling, you know, the ones they make up in student wards so people feel special. I then finished my essay so I could get it sent of to my mother, so that she could use her English skills to make it pretty. I then had tithing settlement, a trip to Brad and Tim's apartment for help on calculus homework, and somewhere along the way, lost my phone in the expansive grass of Wyview Park. I located my phone and returned to my apartment where I read ten chapters of Mosiah, because fourteen were assigned between yesterday and tomorrow (thank you Brother Judd). I now sit typing away while waiting for my mom to call back to fix my essay, so I can then study my butt off to get a 60% on tomorrow's test. YAY!!! Not to say that isn't exciting, but maybe next time some chocolate and a warm bubble bath will suffice for my tomorrow's great day.