Solo quiere comer un pavo entero!
OK there are DEFINITELY more than 4 people who read this Xanga. Do my little question thingy. NOW. And that's an order.
Today started out majorly sucking, due to people not being specific enough about where I'm supposed to go to have them look at my teeth, so I went to the dentist, parked in a teeny-tiny spot, was told that I was supposed to be at the orthodontist, drove to the orthodontist's place, parked in a normal spot, got out, was told that I would get towed because it was for building tenants only, searched feverishly for another spot, found one that I don't even think was legal, and was 20 minutes late for my appointment. I had been in a hurry leaving school so I'd slipped on the snow and gotten my shoes totally soaked, then as I was coming back the same thing happened. My feet are STILL wet. Yikes.
But then the day got better at lunch, except for Spanish really, which was just boring. The health movie ("Philadelphia") is really good, IMHO, concert choir was semi-good. Fun after school with Bobbie and Ali "working on history." *sigh* Yeah we got NOTHING done...
But despite my relatively good day, I don't know. I'm getting really, really pissed at routine. Tomorrow when I go take a shower, I want the water to come out purple or something. ANYTHING to make my days less monotonous. This isn't life. This isn't what I want to do. I want to do something interesting, be more like SkeTch.
And there's still that feeling... imagine you're wearing a mask, and it's a really elaborate mask, with all sorts of intricate designs and protrusions. But then imagine that people keep adding all these weights to the mask, and it's getting heavier and heavier and pieces of it start to fall off. Eventually someone adds a weight that causes the entire mask to fall and shatter on the floor. You hurry to pick it up and glue it together, but people see you without it on. Since you're pressed for time to get it back on, you can only do a half-ass gluing job. Just about anybody can see that it's not the original mask. And you're scared, because you can't fix it.
I really, really don't want to remember what I look like under the mask.
Today started out majorly sucking, due to people not being specific enough about where I'm supposed to go to have them look at my teeth, so I went to the dentist, parked in a teeny-tiny spot, was told that I was supposed to be at the orthodontist, drove to the orthodontist's place, parked in a normal spot, got out, was told that I would get towed because it was for building tenants only, searched feverishly for another spot, found one that I don't even think was legal, and was 20 minutes late for my appointment. I had been in a hurry leaving school so I'd slipped on the snow and gotten my shoes totally soaked, then as I was coming back the same thing happened. My feet are STILL wet. Yikes.
But then the day got better at lunch, except for Spanish really, which was just boring. The health movie ("Philadelphia") is really good, IMHO, concert choir was semi-good. Fun after school with Bobbie and Ali "working on history." *sigh* Yeah we got NOTHING done...
But despite my relatively good day, I don't know. I'm getting really, really pissed at routine. Tomorrow when I go take a shower, I want the water to come out purple or something. ANYTHING to make my days less monotonous. This isn't life. This isn't what I want to do. I want to do something interesting, be more like SkeTch.
And there's still that feeling... imagine you're wearing a mask, and it's a really elaborate mask, with all sorts of intricate designs and protrusions. But then imagine that people keep adding all these weights to the mask, and it's getting heavier and heavier and pieces of it start to fall off. Eventually someone adds a weight that causes the entire mask to fall and shatter on the floor. You hurry to pick it up and glue it together, but people see you without it on. Since you're pressed for time to get it back on, you can only do a half-ass gluing job. Just about anybody can see that it's not the original mask. And you're scared, because you can't fix it.
I really, really don't want to remember what I look like under the mask.