A Day With Only One Contact Lense.

This morning when I went to put in my contacts, the one in my right eye felt like it was stabbing my cornia. So I took it out, washed it, made sure I wasn't putting it in backwards, then put the lense in my eye expecting it not feel all stabbity-like. It did anyway. Well, insane people do the same thing over and over expecting different results, but I wasn't feeling particularly insane today, so I just took out the contact, threw the damn thing away, and went to school with one conact lense in.

The contact lense thing was the first of many inexplicable events to happen to me today. Here are the rest:

At school, I realized I had some extra clothes in my bag, so mid-conversation with Cassi and Qboy, who is gay but just doesn't know it yet, I grabbed the clothes out of my bag in one handful and was going to shove them into the bottom of my locker so I wouldn't have to cary them around all day. Unfortunately, I have tiny-baby hands which are not good for holding large clumps of clothing, so when I lifted the clothes out of my bag, a gloriously bright pink bra fell out of the pile and onto the floor. In the crowded hallway. Very obviously. Right in front of Cassi and Qboy. I grabbed the fucking thing and hid it from view within milliseconds, but the damage was done. Qboy is officially scarred for life.

In theater, I volunteered to perform a solo even though I wasn't scheduled to until Thursday. I was shaking like a leaf, but I sang the opening number to The Last Five Years as well as I could. Everyone said I had captivating emotions. I smiled and quietly thought to myself "bullshit".

At lunch, I went to go talk to my algebra teacher, in the hopes of somehow finding a way to lift my grade from its sorry state. He said he was shocked at my failure and asked me why I had bombed like I did. I told him the almost truth. The truth was that I was distracted and not focusing at all. The almost truth was that I was distracted and not focusing because of my friend that died about a week before the test. The one my father told me had died after Rosh Hashannah services. My teacher asked me who what when where how?? And I shook my head. I suddenly had a lump in my throat. I didn't wanna talk about my friend, and I certainly didn't want to get emotional in front of my algebra teacher. Which is exactly what I proceeded to do. I started crying, instantly felt stupid, apologized, and tried (and failed) to regain my composure. My teacher gave me a hug, and proposed that I take an alternate test to prove that I really do understand the mathematical concepts. He's a cool dude.

During debate class, I kept replaying what happened in my head. I spent the remaining school day on the verge of tears for absolutely no good reason.

At cheer practice, I started basing stunts, and considering this was only the second time I'd ever based, I thought I did pretty well. My arms are torn up though. My wrists are covered in "shoe hickies" aka bruises from girls landing wrong. Then I cheered a volleyball game because my coach doesn't know I'm failing math yet. She'll find out tomorrow though, and I won't be able to cheer on Friday's football game.

When I got home, I realized how completely ridiculous today was. I was sad, kept finding myself in odd/emotionally compromising situations, and had absolutely no depth-perception due to the fact that I could only see out of one eye.

Moral of the story? Life is inexplicable, and weird things happen when you can only see out of one eye.