Forgetfulness and Misplacement.

Today's theme is: Forgetfulness and Misplacement. 

Ever have that moment when you go 'Hmm.. wheres that book? I put it in here. that's weird where'd it go..' You don't panic because you don't need it desperately. You just find it odd that it's not there cause you have fabricated the memory of packing it. Have that happen.. 3? 4 times in a single 24 hour period. Shall I begin?

Last night: Planner

I reach into my back pack. Do french homework. Do Religion. Do Biology. To Geometry. -screeching tires- Textbook: check Notebook: check Folder: check Planner: oh, sh-

Now this isn't cataclysmic but, rather annoying because I have all the neccesary pieces but not the instructions. Like finding a board game without instructions you could wing it but, in my case consequences follow guessing through 600 pages.

This morning: Notebook

Sigh, geometry class. Not bad, or good.. just boring. I decide to kill some time working on religion and biology homework. I reach into my bag to find my geometry notebook to create n illusion and.. it's not there. Luckily for me A) the teacher doesn't realize i exist B) will never ever notice if I do not have that notebook and C) well is oblivious to the 5th row. I take notes in my binder: no biggie.

This afternoon: Textbook

Sitting in Religion. Really bored and decided to finish off that biology homework; I reach in again to get my textbook: which inside of it has the question sheet and my answers. It's not there. surprise.. surprise.. But, this time I am 90% sure that I didn't take the book out after study hall so if the book isn't here it's in English. I go back to English. not there. SH*T. Wait a second.. French passes. The locker had stolen it -bad locker- and the day ends.

I'm afraid to go for my homework. I had to have left something at school. I MUST have. Well it was Monday so these things are acceptable, right? Then what's Tuesday have in store..

KCTW

P.S. One of those annoying solicitors called mid-typing so i answered, got my dad on the phone and sort of listened to this:

Person: Hi, I'm Mary Lou with the Navaho..

Dad: Mary Lou

ML: -blah blah-

Dad: Mary Lou

ML: -wahwahwah-

Dad: Mary Lou! Stop talking Mary Lou!

ML: - silence-

Dad: Please remove me from your call list. -he actually remove me from your do not call list but, the point was made.-