A winning week

So thus far this week I have run into a door that I thought was automatic, fell up the stairs at school, drove the wrong way on a one way street (didn't get a ticket thank the lord), and accidentally sent a text to my father that was DEFINITELY not meant for him to see. So essentially the moral of this story is that I'm an incredibly awkward person. Go figure. Oh, also I was texting my friend the other day and ran straight into a parked car. I was walking, not driving obviously. I just kind of looked around and was like no one saw that (even though they all did and were looking at me like that girl is either on crack or retarded). I'm neither, just a spaz.


In other news I'm moving! I'm not saying where just yet because I don't quite know at the moment but it's a happenin'. I'm going down to look at houses next week.

I don't know if ya'll have noticed but I spell (and write) at a 3rd grade level. I have an incredibly unhealthy love-hate relationship with spell check. Love it because it allows me to pretend I'm literate and hate it because it is a constant reminder of my stupidity.I'm very smart in many ways but spelling is not one of them. So anyways I had to write a HANDWRITTEN essay for one of my classes as a test (I know, who writes things by hand anymore? Thats soooo last century). I just got it back the other day with this comment on it:

"Your literary skills are astounding for someone who spelled nearly 40 percent of the words wrong. People like you are why paralegals have a job"

Soooo, if your a paralegal, your welcome.

I think I'm officially kicked out of the cool kids club. I win.