Today

was just one of those days. You know those days when you're not 100% sure it was the right decision to get out of bed. It's not that you're depressed, it's just that it would be better for the safety of you and others that you stayed home, or at least didn't move from your seat. First off on Saturday my mother, Lauren and I volunteered with Habitat for Humanity. We put up ceiling drywall. It doesn't sound dangerous, but leave it up to me to injure myself when my family took every precaution to make sure I did not. I was not allowed to work on the roof, I was not allowed to use powertools, I was not even allowed to climb up a ladder. I got the job of turning the lift that hoisted the drywall up to the ceiling so it could be screwed in. I smashed my finger twice in the lift and I have bruises on my knees from kneeling under the drywall to turn the lever. I dropped a hammer on my wrist, which doesn't really seem possible (I was not swinging the hammer in anyway, I was just holding it and it managed to fall perfectly on my wrist), but the giant bruise on my arm begs to differ. I also smashed my finger on my water bottle right before we left because I was running around going "ceiling, ceiling!"
So needless to say, I was kind of sore today. Which seemed to effect my ability to do things. In chem we were putting compounds into flames and observing the different colors. Chemicals + fire + Cayla = bad outcome. So I only caught a few wood splints on fire, which almost caught me on fire. Not that bad. To be honest I don't even remember what happened in English today so I guess that means nothing bad. I destroyed our chances at winning candy in Child Development because I picked a "bomb" in the game we were playing and we lost all our points. I didn't really care, but the freshman next to me really seemed to be upset. Whatever.
I forgot about my test in Spanish so I was freaking out at lunch and a little frustrated because I was trying to eat yogurt with a fork. In Spanish I was taking said test, and I finished with some uncertainty. I went to turn in my test, but I sit in the back and the rows are really close together and the kid in front of me had his elbow kind of in the aisle. Maybe it was because I was sore, maybe it was because I was still a little high off the natural gas from the bunsen burners in chemistry, but I almost fell right on the kid. No joke. It was a quick save by me, and when I returned the kid had pulled his elbow in, apparently he didn't want me to fall face first on top of him. But anyway the rest of the day went as usual, me being confused in math and bored in history. Honestly, these type of days happen to me more often than not and I'm starting to wonder if I'm not actually having "bad days" but am just generally kind of a fail. But I know I am not alone because there are directions on the back of my box of jelly beans and I know that they are there because of somebody.

Cheers,
Cayla