on mondays and how they are all the same...

The definition of Monday should be no fun. Cause that's what Mondays are more often than not.

I woke up dark and early (6:50am) and my room was an icebox as usual. My bed was warm and I did NOT want to crawl out of it and into the frigid atmosphere that is my room even more than usual. I got up anyway.

I was ready by eight. I ate some breakfast. My plan: deposit my paycheck, study at Starbucks and be at school by eleven. No such luck.

I got out of the neighborhood and onto real roads were you have to drive over 25mph and my truck started making really scary noises. I thought perhaps it needed to warm up a bit more. Not the case. I went home a creepy crawly speed. After I called my dad I got out of my truck and popped the hood to see what I could see. I could see nothing. I closed the hood, and tried to get back in my truck. Foiled again. There were my keys residing upon my seat. My truck is holding all keys hostage along with my purse (the spare key was in my purse), my backpack with all study materials and homework, and my cell phone.

(Note that it is especially important that I get to school today because I have a math test and it is finals week, and that I do not like to be without my phone.)

The first time I called my dad it was to notify him about the strange noises which can mean nothing other than expensive. The second time was to tell him that locksmiths charge 50 dollars. All he said was, "I'm having one of those days myself. There's some money upstairs so you can pay the locksmith".

I love my dad. He is never mad at me even when I do the dumbest things. I am very grateful for my mom and dad and I wouldn't trade them for anything. God knew what he was doing when he created parents.

Now, I am waiting 45 minutes to pay a kind locksmith 50 dollars to unlock my truck.