What a day! I don’t think any more could go wrong if I tried! The Mad Cow forgot to iron the grey skirt I was going to wear, so I had to find something else that fit my mood. It took EONS. I missed my usual bus, of course, and then I couldn’t find my pass. I took everything out of my bag but it wasn’t anywhere. You should’ve heard the driver moan about how much stuff I carry around with me. (What’s it to him? He’s not my mother!) I asked him if he thought I was lugging around all these school books to get a free ride! I mean, really, if there was ever a man in DESPERATE need of a life, this was the man. When I finally got to school, Disha turned up wearing almost the exact same shirt I was wearing, so we went back to hers so she could change. We were really only seconds late, but Stalin (aka Mr Wilkins, our tutor) wouldn’t listen to our perfectly reasonable explanation and gave us detention. (Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I can’t remember where I heard that, but it’s true.) Then it turned out that besides forgetting to iron my skirt, the Mad Cow forgot to remind me to take my PE kit again. I told the Anti-Barbie that I had cramps so bad I thought I was giving birth and she let me go to the library instead of running around the field having my shins clubbed. The bad news was that the sight of me reminded the librarian, Mrs Higgle, that I still had two books outstanding. I tried to explain that I thought I’d brought them back, but she said that was what I said last time. It’ll be a note home next, and then Sigmund will get on my case, blah blah blah. The man can talk you into unconsciousness. I hope the Mad Cow can find the books.
OH, TRAGEDY! OH, DARK DAY OF HORROR AND GLOOM! I CAN’T FIND MY MOBE! And I thought nothing more could go WRONG today! How ironic is that? Why does everything happen to ME? I must’ve dropped it on the bus this morning, which is understandable considering all the trauma I was put through! The last time I remember having it was when I rang Sara Dancer at the bus stop. The parents will dehydrate me if they find out.