Welcome to the worst week of your life!

Dear readers of my blog,

I am about to tell you why this week sucks like a bad kisser with onion breath, and why this isn't the first time that this ordained week has sucked in the past.

Let's rewind two years. Got there? K, good. It's December 2010, the week before finals. Sunday, actually. And my life is fine and dandy, except for the fact that I am about to embark upon a horrible week of finals. Well, that Sunday night, I find out that my favorite teacher has been not only fired, but arrested. Most people wouldn't have an issue with this, but I was really close to this teacher. I really trusted him, and he had taught me more than anyone else had that short semester. I cried myself to sleep. Next day, Monday. I'm driving to Seminary with my dad. As a sophomore, I had my learners permit, and that was basically the only place I drove. I was thinking to myself, "Oh, I wish I was back in bed..." and my dad was lecturing me on either something about my help, some business plan, or my driving skills. I don't really recall which it was, I just remember my exhaustion. And then, I made a left hand turn. And got t-boned.

Let me clarify this: It *WAS* my fault. I wasn't paying attention, and I made the turn a little too soon. The car, which was going about 15 miles per hour, decided to ACCELERATE, and hit us at 30 miles per hour. I sat in the passengers seat and bawled, as my dad exchanged insurance information. I skipped seminary that day, instead sitting in the car the entire 50 minutes and crying. Yes, it was cold.

On top of that, there was this one girl, let's call her Stupid face, was a horrible bully to me, and that week was no exception. I got viscous facebook messages from her, and I gave up my prior feeble attempts to make amends and be her friend, and I blocked her on facebook.

Woohoo. That was one heck of a roller coaster.

Last year wasn't nearly as bad. It was pretty good, as far as finals go. My best friend, and crush at the time, was ignoring me and giving me an incredibly hard time about why we couldn't be friends and yaddy yaddy ya. So, although nothing heart breaking happened, it was an emotional week for me.

Now let's talk about this year. Namely, this week. This friggin week. Well, it's Tuesday. And it's finals week. And I was feeling preeeettty cocky about finals. No, I won't enjoy them. No, they won't be easy. But yes, I'm pretty confident I'm gonna kick some serious booty. I spent all day yesterday finishing my finals for my technology class, and getting caught up on geometry props (which I still need to finish...). I rushed from my technology class to my babysitting job, unfortunately within 5 minutes of each other. As I was running out, I grabbed the first book I could find under neath boxes of junk and towels that littered my bookshelf, since I didn't have any homework I could bring with me. I grabbed a thick novel, shoved into my purse, and didn't look at it until I was sitting on their couch 30 minutes later. The kids were watching a show that had zero appeal to me, and we didn't have to pick up the oldest from the bus stop for another 45 minutes. I had assumed I'd grabbed a Harry Potter novel, since those are my thickest, and were usually at the top of my precarious stacks. So I grabbed the book and plopped onto the couch to read. Can you guess what book it was?

No, not the Goblet of Fire.

Twilight.

Someone choke me.

Not a big Stephanie Meyer fan. Yes, when I was 13, I was a Twihard. Keyword: was.

Since I had nothing better to do, I read it. And the whole time, I found myself rewriting in my head. She would throw out 3 sentences, and I would mesh them in my head and turn them into 2 sentences, with better description and coherency. I'm not that good of a writer, but I can pride myself with being at least a little bit better than Stephanie Meyer. A little.

About 4 1/2 hours later, the parents got home. I pulled myself off the couch, turned off Doctor Who, chatted quickly, confirmed that I was coming on Saturday to babysit, and I headed to my car.

Which wouldn't start.

I tried twice. 2 long "kerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-rr-rr-rrrrrr" sounds later, I called my dad, who said he'd be there soon. Because of the 15 degree temperature, I headed back to their house. Buuuuuut they didn't answer. Go figure. So I sat in my freezing cold car for 15 minutes until my dad got there, and he drove me home. He told me that it was probably because of the cold and because my car was old and all of that, and it probably needed the battery recharged. So, we'd go get it in the morning.

Which turned into a whole freaking hour long event. See, we tried starting it. Then we tried jump starting it. Then we tried jump starting it while he revved the engine of his car. Then we towed it to the auto shop, where the guy said that I had 7% battery, which should be enough for it to run on, so obviously that wasn't the reason. It is currently charging there, and my dad and I are supposed to go back in about 40 minutes to get the diagnostic on my car. I'm just hoping it's something like, "Oh, you need more break fluid" (which I already know...heh heh....oops.) or "It's cuz you're almost out of gas" (I'm just waiting for the gas light to turn on, that's how low it is), or something else. Something that I can fix.

Just watch. It'll be some large ordeal that will result in me being carless until I can pay to get a new one. Whoooop.

I think this week, every December, is cursed, and will be forever. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one at my school who feels like this.

Because of my unexpected car troubles, I haven't had all of the study time I'd like, and I have to postpone one of my scheduled finals an extra day. No biggie, I'll still be done early, but it's unpleasant to say the least.

And with that, I shall leave you. I have homework to do and tests to study for. And a car to cry over. ;) Jokes.

Watch this. It'll make you laugh. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FURdqmkyr9c And no, by "this" I mean this video. Not the questions to my history final which I accidentally pasted here. Those will not make you laugh. They will make you weep, and then overdose on energy drinks.