Wednesday, September 4, Homeroom

Well, my plans to look decent failed. Miserably. I even forgot the lip gloss.

So far, no Drew. Sadly. I guess it's alright though, I think the last thing I need is to show off my beautiful-ness that is Talia at 8:13 am. On the first day back. Terribly sleep deprived.

Elaine, however, threw me in for a loop this morning about the hair thing. But not for the reasons I thought she would.

She didn't even notice! And I can say that with a certainty because SHE ISN'T EVEN HERE.

What am I supposed to do?! It's not like I have friends! I was so lost this morning. Good thing I came lateish, otherwise I would have really been lost. And she didn't even call me last night to tell me! I didn't think to call her this morning because my mom just let me sleep in as if today wasn't the most important day of my sophomore year… Why can't she be like those normal suburban moms, you know the ones that wake up their kids in the morning and fix them oatmeal, or something? Why was I stuck with the hands off mother? WHY? Good thing Olli woke me up, otherwise…

Actually, no. If Olli hadn't of woke me up, I'd still be at home. Snoozing. At least me and Elaine would be at home together.

I've gone pretty well so far with the whole ripped bag. No one has asked me about it, so I'm taking that to mean that they heard on the news about The Girl Who Was Saved From The Seventh Floor Of Her Apartment Building and were intimidated that for someone who had been through such trauma they could look as good as I do. I am so strong.

This day is going to be so long.

There's the bell. Today is going to suck.

Hopefully I'm still alive by lunch.