My life as Allison...

Let us just take a sample day. My life goes about like this:

You wake up 45 minutes late.

You can barely bench press your messily 30 lbs. This reminds you how out of shape you are.

It's 9:00 and you can't decide what on earth to eat for breakfast. You grab some cold meat and left-over watermelon. As you eat you're thinking, "This is gross."

You decide to scrub down your tub with soft scrub. For whatever reason your hands break out in a hideous rash.

You try a new hair style and laugh as your little brother tell you that you look like a mouse. Nice.

You get pulled over by a police officer because you have tinted license plate covers.
You don't know where on earth your parents keep the proof of insurance.
You shake uncontrollably because a citation means that your license is suspended until you turn 18.
The police officer asks you to get out of your car in the pouring down rain and use his screw driver to remove the plate cover.

Now you are trenching wet and finally off to your destination.

You have only been to the Clark campus once and cannot remember where the counselor's offices are.

You try a new way home from Clark, hoping it will be faster. Being unfamiliar with the roads you drive like you're drunk and freak yourself out when you cross three lanes of traffic consecutively.

Finally, arriving home you see your Chemistry book glaring at you from your desk.

Unable to work the homework problems you try to call a friend who is a wiz with Chemistry. He's not home.

Your uncle calls, pretending to be the Vancouver police and you fall for it!

An admissions counselor calls from BJU and you have to confess that, at this point in your life, you just flat out don't know what's up!

So you write a post about how terrible your day is going in hopes that the ventation will get out of your system and you'll be able to concentrate.

Now! Doesn't my life sound amusing in a sad sort of way? :)