I am was.
Well… at least the dish is.
Today was one of those days which everything seems to go wrong.
First, my favorite shirt gets ripped. Right on the boob area, nothing less. And being summer as it is down here, makes it extremely uncomfortable having to wear a sweater on top of it.
Secondly, is my mom’s birthday, and on my way home I bought a chocolate cake – hmmm! – to make her a surprise.
Coincidentally, as fate loves to make fun of me with freaking coincidences, – what a sadistic bastard you are, fate! – the exact moment the elevator – with me inside – reached my floor, my mom opened the door because she needed to go down give some documents to my sister, who was heading home just to pick it up. Needless to say that she saw the cake, spoiling all my surprise.
And last, but not least, long after we sang ‘happy birthday’ to her, when I was picking my freaking first piece of cake, I fell. Results: a very amorphous cake thingweusedtocallcake and a broken dish.
Yes, today was not my day. And you know how I feel?
Strangely happy.
Yeah, returning to college was really good to me.
With love,
~Vanny
