Dear Ben,

We do not remember days; we remember moments.

~Cesare Pavese

So, I was going to do a twitterish letter today.  Really, I was.

Then, I remembered that I had (speech) coaching at 5.05, and so the only way for me to go to that was to stay at school from 2.15 (when we get out) to 5.30 (when my coaching is done) and eventually 6 (when my mom could pick me up.)

I am a very forgetful person.  Especially when I’m in a hurry.  LIKE TODAY.  I have to stay at school for like, 15893092582 hours, right?  (Don’t you love how I exaggerate stories?  It’s only with numbers, I swear.  I can’t add for my life.)  So I have all the stuff I need printed out splat dab in the middle of my desk, where I plan to pick it up in the morning.

Well, I’m running late in the morning since I was dressing up for stABI’s birthday, and so I leave right after I finish curling my hair.  And I don’t realize that I left the papers.

My 20 point assignments, my homework, my projects due today…. everything.

Didn’t even realize it until third period (around 9-10) when I am trying to find my homework.  Greeaaaaat.  So, I slink off to the girls bathroom and call my mom, in hopes she’s still hope.  She’s not.  SO, I basically lost most of my A’s in my classes.  (They were low 90%’s).

All in all, I had a bad day.  I wore suspender pants, these really cute pinstripe ones from forever 21that I bought at Chicago this weekend.  I paired it with a tucked in fitted red cotton shirt with a key necklace (i think I showed you guys it in one of my webcam escapades…).  The pants were a little lower than waist high; not the normal hip-hugger height I usually wear it at, but not too unusual. (Yeah, yeah, I know you don’t care about what I wear, but OH WELL.)

HOWEVER, some people had to be complete jerks about it.  For instance, I walk into Spanish and a jerk boy Mike goes, “Carla… uhh… nice?  outfit?” and made me really self conscious, when I was super nervous to begin with.  THEN, one of my ”friends” goes, “Carla, what in the world are you wearing?” DOUBLING my self consciousness again!  I MEAN, REALLY.  And then in band, their like, “Carla, what’s with the overalls?”

OKAY, LET ME GET ONE THING STRAIGHT.  OVERALLS AND SUSPENDER PANTS ARE COMPLETLEY DIFFERENT.  Overalls go up to mid chest and are one big body piece that you can’t just wear parts.  YOU CAN TAKE OFF SUSPENDERS.  SUSPENDERS DONT GO UP THAT HIGH.  Urgh. Like, really?  Was that necessary?

Y’know where I’d like to know?  Where pretty people were born, and how they became that way.  Really, I wouldn’t mind it if they shared their stunningness every once in a while.

I think I’m going to mail something into postsecret.  Remember that rant I went about my friend?  (Actually, pretty funny, if you look at that letter and see ”related posts”, post 34 I’m talking about the same girl.  WordPress is so smart!)  Well, I think I’m going to send something in about her.

Is that mean?

MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURCH LURVE,
Your friend who is wondering where her eyesight went,
Carla

P.S. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR QUOTE!  I feel so proud.