The Day I Lost the Clock.

Ok, as I have already informed some of you MY MONDAY WAS CRAZY!!!! Seriously, I tried to write about it three time in my normal style and it was so long, complicated and CRAZY that I (A) did not ever finish writing it and (B) it was so crazy that I got a headache just reading what I had written. So this is my shorter blip of the day, and no, it will not be in my normal manner of writing that you have read in the last two blogs.

My crazy day started and some insane hour of the morning when I started having a seriously crazy dream in which Voldemort and Gordon Ramsey were hiding from the Nazi's and decided to go hide in an Abbey. Now this Abbey was set up exactly like my Teen Camp, ten sets of bunk beds per room and everything. As it all turns out, I was the person who found them and some how I came to the conclusion that the Nazi's would take too long to reach the Abbey and the only way that I could keep Voldemort and Ramsey there was to shoot them. As I raised the gun and aimed it at their heads, I woke up. When I woke up I realized my arms were above my head and my right hand was positioned like a loose finger gun. Now, I never sleep with my arms above my head, they are normally curled up next to or squished underneath me. All of this should have alerted me to the fact that the day was going to be weird.

Luckily I got back to sleep but between that time and the time I was actually suppose to wake up, I actually woke up three times. Once when mom left to get transmission fluid for the Camry, once when she came back and once when the next door neighbor came by to return my dog to us since she had tried to go to work with him. I would have paid to have seen his face when he realized that my big, way too happy boxer dog was trying to climb into his car with him. It would have been priceless!

After all of this, mom came to "wake me up" about ten so that I could get to Physical Therapy on time. Come to find out, I wasn't suppose to be at P.T. (Physical Therapy) and 10:30 like I had thought, but actually at 10 a.m. Which, as you all remember, was about the time I woke up. Of course, when you find this out, your all 'know big deal, my mistake, lets reschedule this for 3:30,' and I did.

When I had left P.T. all thirty seconds later, I hopped in my car and drove off to music practice which had been scheduled to be at 11. As I drove in that direction the little cogs in my brain started to turn and I decided "Ya know what, my driving school is on the way to voice lessons. My brother has the first half of the lesson which puts mine at 11:30. So I have an hour. I can easily stop in at the driving school and talked to my teacher for a few minutes." Which was actually a very smart choice.

I sat and talked to my driving teacher for several minutes and then left to go to music practice. I realized I would be early but, that's alright, better early than late. Turns out I was really early! Several hours early in fact. I drove up to music practice just as mom and my brother were walking out. Our lessons weren't suppose to be at 11 a.m. but 1 p.m.

Ya starting to see where this is going? Yeah. Well, in my free time between eleven and one, I kept cleaning my room. You have no idea how dirty a room is when it hasn't had anything in it, at all, for two or so months. Seriously, its a mess.

Well, at one I went to voice and all went well. I picked out an audition song and worked on it. This is the third audition song I have chosen, but I think this one is for sure. Especially since auditions are a month away. Seriously?! Aw man, I need to get working on that.

Anyways, I left voice and headed home. It was 11:30, about, and I had no where to be until 3:30. More time to clean my room. Yeah!!! Not really, but I still pretend.

Cleaning the room was going well, I had half a box gone through and my room was messier then when it started. It seemed like like was back on track! Finally, the day had been weird enough. But I was wrong. Just as I reach the conclusion that my life was back on track, I checked my phone to see what time it was, pretty normal thing right? Wrong. My phone was dead! The only time my cell phone is dead is right in the middle of a long car trip, which I was not on. 'Well, this is no big deal,' I thought to myself, using my very in control, senior in high school sort of mind set voice 'I will just run down stairs and check the time.' Which I did. 3:23. Whoops! I have to go.

Now, if you will remember, at the beginning of this I mentioned my mom leaving to get transmission fluid for the Camry. The Camry is 'my car' sort of. Its half dead. Its like an old dog that you just can't get rid of or put to sleep. Man would I like to put the Camry to sleep! It tries to die so many times, but we keep it and fix it and it keeps going along. The transmission fluid was another "fix" for the Camry, since it leaks in odd places like the transmission, which causes my dear old car to decide it wants to go into neutral at random points, like when you are driving along the free way. Here I was, a girl with a brand new license, with out a cell phone, with a car that doesn't want to work, a place she had to be at in seven minutes and no one else at home. Its like a scene from a horror film.

Now the drive to P.T. is not long, about five to seven minutes depending on the lights. But on Monday I learned that it is just long enough for a 16 year old car to decide it wants to go in to neutral, not once, BUT TWICE!!!!! It was also just long enough for this girl to realize that her $35 co-pay check was sitting with her mom, not written, where ever her mom may be.

Thankfully the amazing mom showed up during P.T. and payed for everything and also escorted the young lady and her dying car to the Tom to Camry Miracle Worker who put another full bottle of Fluid in the car and said "Next time the car wont shift, you can shoot it," which brought to every one.

As you can all imagine, I went to sleep very happily that night after many prayers that Tuesday would not be like Monday and that a day like Monday would never happen to anyone ever again.

Now, the author must return to her room and try to finish cleaning it while listening to "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog" and its amazing music, which I might add has a very cute main character who has an amazing singing voice. Tune in next time for "The World on Paper" or as I like to call it "My Crazy Life."