Okay so,
I was supposed to go to bed early to wake up at 10 AM to get a haircut and get my senior pictures taken, but miserably failed.
This failure caused me to go into a fit and throw a punch into a plaster wall.
While I was impressed that I actually inflicted a dent in the wall, my pinky knuckle was left with a bloody wound.
10 AM. Went to the barbers shop to get my haircut.
Sighs were exhaled as my Tarzan hair was cut down to a standard mullet.
Haircut over, go to bar to see photographer.
Photographer is a part time bartender, and recommends many outdoor shots.
I try to crack a smile while leaning against a snowy structure while it's below zero degrees fahrenheit, with only a dress shirt and denim pants on a windy day.
After many unsuccessful shots with me not smiling, squinting, and freezing my butt off, the photographer decides this isn't going to work, so we finally go indoors.
After some actually decent shots of me are taken, we're finally done with the pictures.
I then go to school at 3:30 PM to do my schooling. Fighting sleep, I get a chapter of civics done.
6:30 finally arrives in a slowed state of time, and then I finally go home.
I think I had a pretty good day