You know those days when things just seem to go bad, well this day was one of those days where from the moment I woke up things were shitty. I have an average life I would say I live in a small house have a beat up car that gets me to point A to point B, I have a good group of friends who like to blaze up every now and then. I go to parties where I try to talk to girls and maybe get a chance to go back with them, it fails every time. I like to have as much fun as possible, but for the most part I am a chill person. Anyways back to my fucked up day. I woke up late and missed my first class. I had been studying the night before for the second class of the day so it didn’t bother me that much, but I still had to rush around so I would be able to make it to my second class on time. While I was rushing around I stubbed my toe in the door and I spilt a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on my shirt while I was driving to school. When I got to school there was literally no place to park so I parked in a teacher’s spot. I was a little late to class, but luckily I was allowed to still take the exam. However, the exam for the class was different from what I was studying, I studied the wrong section, so I definitely bombed the test. After class was through I just wanted to go home and drink a beer or two to get my mind off of things. When I went to the place I parked my car, it was not there. My car got toed. So now I had to get a ride from one of my friends to go pick up my car. This day was awful. I had to wait until late afternoon for my friend to be done his classes so by the time I showed up to the place to pick up my car it was too late. So then I went home got yelled at by my mom and went to bed hoping the next day would be better. I was wrong, dead wrong. When I got to the place to pay my ticket and get my car back I didn’t see my car anywhere. That’s because I didn’t recognize my car. Apparently last night a group of kids spray painted my car a bunch of different colors and now I have a uglier car. Isn’t my life great.

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