写一篇以“My Bad Day为题的英语作文

写一篇以“My Bad Day为题的英语作文
是日记!谢谢大家了

Dear Diary,
The last day of a week again, my favourite day. School ends on Friday, and another week starts on Sunday.
However, this Saturday wasn’t really well.
I was up late last night reading novels and watching films, and didin’t went to bed until three in the morning. As a result, I got up late in the morning. But the point is, I totally forgot about meeting Lareina at ten, and forgot to set my morning call! And you won’t wanna know that I was woken by the phone call of Lareina and, well, imagine. She was totally frustrated, and I had to listen to her lecturing for like, a century, after I arrived. And bad bad lick had just started.
We went to the court to found out that we were half an hour late, and would have to wait till next hour. We couldn’t do anything, so we decided to book the court and went somewhere else first. We went shopping at first, then we stopped by an ice-cream store and sat in there for ‘bout half an hour, then we headed for the court.
We were sweating heavily after an hour, and decided to stop right there rathere than finishing the maintaining half an hour. So we bathed and got out and tried to find a place for lunch. We did try hard, but nowhere didn’t need queing up. So we picked a restaurant we thought was worth waiting.
Then we got in and ordered and waited and waited. We waited long, and it was because of the huge number of customers, according to the waitress. Anyway, when we finally got our food it was already half past two.
When we finished finished paying the bills and stuff, it was nearly four. And that’s when I suddenly remembered something. I was supposed to be at Carlotta’s exhibition centre at five to attend the opening ceremony of Anonymous Women! And there I was, walkin on the street hundreds of miles from the exhibition centre!
I took a taxi, and told the driver to go as fast as he could, and……BANG! It crashed. How wonderful. A car crash at the worst time ever.
I got off the taxi, took another, and it was already five to five.
No doubt I was late when I finally got there, and was really embarrassed to find that every one was waiting. I really wished that I was transparent that time. Though Carlotta and the painter Gasparre didn’t say anything, I felt really, really bad.
And when I finally got home and got on bed, it was like a thousand trucks running over me.
And all of these started because of the staying up late last night, which I really wish I didn’t.
Busy busy day, unlucky day……
But it’s over, and I’m glad about that.
Well, time for bed. ‘night.