How 'bout you, KHV? Oh, me? Well, first I got crap from my parents for my birthday, but that didn't throw me off. It was admittedly a good try on their part, but no dice, I'm afraid. Then there was the play. While it in itself did good, I was absolutely exausted by the end and had a sugar crash. Not to mention I embarrased myself in front of some really cute guys. And, to top it all off, this morning I found out that my wallet has been stolen. Said wallet had my driving permit, my bank card, and my social security number. And it seems I've literally worried myself sick over it. So, yea. Sad panda. Don't get me wrong, I had some good stuff happen too, but I'm afraid that the good outweighed the bad. Sorry if I sound a bit whiney, but I could really use a hug right now.
*Hugs* Everyone needs a hug every now and then and I shall not deny one said hug when they need it. >: I hope things improve and are better next/this week.
*Hugs* I'm sorry to hear that. I may not have had a horrible day like yours but it was one of those days when things didn't go your way, I was going to be late for school so I had to rush my breakfast which made me feel sick and I somehow managed to get a splinter in my hand -.- Just little things like that throughout the day. I'll happily make you a wallet out of something fun and fluffly like bubblewrap but I haven;t got any with me at the moment. Well I hope this week looks up for you.
The only major thing you should worry about is your social security card. I wouldn't worry about what those guys think about you or any of the rest. You need to do something about that social security card.
I'm working on it. My mom helped me file a report, so I believe anything that happens with it, I am not liable for. Also, I've been 18 less than a week, so I doubt it's possible to do much with it in the first place. Hell, the only reason it was in there was because I don't know it by heart.
I have to ask. Are you sure it was stolen? You said that you found out yesterday morning. I've been known to have mine missing for weeks and then find it somewhere stupid like in the couch. And if it makes you feel better on my birthday I got a call that my friend since jr. high was in jail and another that my brother's girlfriend (and a serious one at that) is going into back surgey tomorrow. So things could be worse on some of those counts. I just realized. Since when is complaining about your own life supposed to make the other person feel better? Spoiler
