A String of Bad Luck

This has NOT been a good week. Not at all.
Monday was a bad day. I dropped a whole cart of books on myself and, of course, everyone came running to see what happened. That was lovely. I had about 50 million things I needed to do in addition to my regular work and I was too busy to do any of it.
Yesterday was bad. It started out with some little girls complaining about being tormented by a little boy half their size. He is a local trouble maker. The kid is only 6. He is allowed to roam freely wherever he pleases. He just lives down the street, so he's in the library every day causing all kinds of damage. I went over and asked him what he was doing and to please leave the girls alone so they could do their homework. He said he was bored, so I gave him something to do. I set him up at a table and brought him a bunch of movies to clean. I thought it was a great idea, but it turned out to be more work for me because I had to keep more movies coming and shelve the clean ones. Of course we were busy last night, too. Then something else happened that really pissed me off, but I emerged victorious.
Today I took my sisters to the library on our bikes so I could drop something off. We brought Meiko. I put him in my backpack purse. I had my wallet in my back pocket. When we got to the library I no longer had my wallet in my pocket. It was gone. We slowly rode home, looking around on the ground for my wallet. No luck.
When we got home I searched my room, wondering if maybe I didn't take it. Couldn't find it, so I took my scooter and went along the same route very slowly. Nothing.
When I got home I started bawling and I cried for a good ten minutes, bemoaning my bad luck. After I got over it I headed off on foot. I couldn't go alone. All the girls had to come, too. Hannah threw a fit because she wanted to go ALONE. I cried some more due to my extreme frustration and said,"Screw it! We'll all stay home and then someone will raid my bank account and take all my money. How 'bout that?" Hannah shaped up and we all went.
On our way to the library when we were on 8th St. I looked over on someone's yard and saw a piece of paper. I thought,"Hm. That looks like the scrap of index card that Zach wrote his phone number on. Hey, isn't that a bank receipt lying next to it?" There, on the ground, were some of the contents of my wallet. I found a paper (with a very important phone number), some bank receipts and the paper part of my permit. My wallet has a buckle on it, so I'm pretty sure that someone had to have opened it up and dropped its contents.
Then, Sarah, a girl I know from the library popped her head out the door of her house as we passed and said,"Um...what are you guys doing?" I guess we looked kind of funny scanning the ground and peering into drain holes. I told her what had happened and she joined us in our quest.
We walked to the library and found no more evidence. It wasn't all bad, though, because we got to hang out with Sarah for a while. She's really nice. She walked all the way back to our house with us. We were enjoying eachother's company as we looked. Then Emma informed me that Aunt Lori had called earlier while I was gone and was coming over with my birthday present at 5:30 and it was like 5:20, so we got home just in time. Sarah got to see where I live and I invited her to come over and go sledding sometime. It was nice. I always act so goofy around people, though. It's really annoying. I can't just be normal, I have to be funny. I suceded, but still. It's really annoying that I have to be funny all the time.
So yeah. That was great. It's my own falut, though. I should have known better than to stick my wallet in my pocket. These jeans are a little on the tight side and the pockets are small. I'm just really bummed because I had all my stuff in there. There wasn't any money, so that's good, I guess, but I stupidly carry my social security card and my bank card in my wallet, so now all is lost. I also had my permit in there, so anyone that looks kind of like me could easily access all my money in the bank (I don't have much, but I have enough to be really upset if it disapears). At least the people at my bank all know me. I think that it might send a red flag if someone went in and tried to drain my accounts, then the teller would be all,"You're not Michelle..." So that's good, I guess. If I was smart, which I obviously am not, then I would have called my bank and informed them. Oh but wait. It's Wednesday so they close at noon. I guess I couldn't have called even if I thought of it.
I'm just feeling really crappy right now. Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm not at all looking forward to turning 22. 22 and clueless. I don't know what the hell I want to do when I grow up and look! I'm grown up! It just sucks. I like presents, though. I already know one thing Mom and Dad are getting me. Dad was on the internet ordering them one day. He doesn't know about a thing called "History." I wasn't snooping, I just always look at the history. Survivor buffs. Cool, huh? Don't tell that I know.
Everyone at work is planning on embarassing the crap out of me. I'm contemplating calling in sick. When I went in today I told Brenda that I felt like I was coming down with something "Cough, cough....Ah-choo!" She didn't buy it for some reason. I'm just really not looking forward to listening to "Happy Birthday" the second I walk in. My face gets all red and everyone looks at me. It's awful.
But maybe tomorrow will be better than the rest of the week has been. Maybe the whole 666 thing will have worn off by then. I swear if that ever comes up as the total ever again I will just flee. Forget about buying anything. It's creepy, man.
Some good things have happened this week, too, but it always seems that the bad outweighs the good. Maybe I'm just a pessimist. I've always considered myself a "glass half-full" kind of person, though.

P.S. Dad found a possum in the garage last night and killed it...with a pitchfork. I don't like possums, but still. Why didn't he use his gun? That's just awful. I don't think it was the possum, though. I mean, if I were a possum and I like to eat little kitten I think that I would have eaten all of them. I wonder if it was Speckle. Maybe she's racist. The other kittens were black. Meiko was the only brown one like her.