Today is competing for my worst day ever, with the time I got fifty bucks stolen from me around Christmas.

Wanna know what happened? No? Too bad, cause I'm gonna tell you anyway.

I woke up this early afternoon, feeling good. Got dressed pretty in the black gothic lolita dress my aunt gave me, with some pretty black jewelry from my other aunt, and my Edward Scissorhands shoes from Forever 21 (not good for long long walks, mind you, but fashionable). I did my hair all nice and over all, felt pretty darn good.
Found my mother's note, asking me to do the dishes and pick up some stuff from the supermarket down the street. Okay, cool. I got in the car, did the shopping, checked out. When I got back out to my car in the parking lot, I opened the passenger side first to put the few grocery bags in the floor there. I tossed my bag and keys into the driver's side, put the bags in, then locked the door and closed it.
It was only then I remembered that I forgot to unlock the driver's side door while I was at it. So my keys were locked...in my car. This has actually never happened to me. So I panicked. I had an extra set of keys at home, but couldn't call anyone to bring them to me because my cell phone was in my bag...in the car. I started walking back to the store when I realized that I don't even remember my own cell phone number, much less anyone else's, so calling someone was out of the question.
Then, I spotted a cop car at the bank right next to the store, and I ran to catch him, but he seemingly disappeared. So I was left with the singular option...of walking back home.

In a black lolita dress.

In Edward Scissorhand shoes.

In the summer heat.

Did I mention it's a three mile walk?

And it didn't help that I hadn't eaten anything since 9 the previous evening, or had anything to drink all day, and it was pushing 5 in the afternoon by this time. I was hungry, dehydrated, and I walked aaaallllllll the way home, praying someone was at my grandmother's across the street who could drive me back. Thankfully, we're having a family reunion tomorrow, so there were people there and one of my cousin's drove me back.
But it was terrible, I thought I was going to black out and die, seriously. When I finally got back home, my cousin very thankfully helped my take the bags in then chatted with my mother forever (who was awake by this time), but I didn't even stop. I felt/feel sick, but I couldn't stop. I had sooo much to do today, clean the dishes, bathroom, work on laundry. But my feet are killing me, and I feel sick. But I put the groceries away, did the dishes anyway, but I don't think I can do anymore right now, not until this dizzyness passes.

And yeah, that was my possibley my worst day ever. Wonderful, right?

Well, at least I didn't get ganked fo' my cheezits.