(no subject)
The fingers hit the keys and my mind races as the thoughts filling my head are ejected onto the page.
Today seemed different. Today was cloudy, in more than just a bad pun used for effect. Today might have been the first…not…incredible…day I’ve had all year. It started in a rush.
I wake up at 7:00 in the morning to the sound of a screaming mother. She informs me that I have slept too long, and I must be very quick, as I need to leave in a hurry. This is mainly due to the fact that she turned my stereo off yesterday, and it was not turned back on, thus making my iPod blare its music to deaf ears.
Wake in a rush, get to school in a rush, and my Charlemagne ID is not complete. I race to finish it in time.
Reprieve hits as I go to Psychology and watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. The reprieve lasts for one hour.
I rush to chem and sit bored for an hour.
I rush to newspaper. I talk to Leslie for a period of exactly 15 seconds. She seems distant.
I spend the whole of the hour messing with a stubborn card reader that hates my computer. I read Leslie’s LJ post about Jimmy John’s. I guess my lunch will have to wait another day in the fridge.
I rush outside. Leslie still seems distant. I don’t think she intended me to come with her. She drives silently to Jimmy John’s, where we get sandwiches with a few of her friends, and she drives silently back. We walk up to the school. We have ten minutes to eat. I rush to AAT.
I rush to take the test. I go to the back page. My brain decides to forget a large chunk of information. I work up until the bell (almost), on a test I thought I’d ace easily.
I rush to Forensics. I do the Argument Clinic with Lee. It goes well.
I rush to APLAC. I sit bored for an hour.
I rush home. I rush to do my homework. I have two quizzes tomorrow.
I rush out of a dulling day in the life of me.
I wonder what is bothering her.
*does homework*
At least it rained today.
But it was muggy.
Damn.
Today seemed different. Today was cloudy, in more than just a bad pun used for effect. Today might have been the first…not…incredible…day I’ve had all year. It started in a rush.
I wake up at 7:00 in the morning to the sound of a screaming mother. She informs me that I have slept too long, and I must be very quick, as I need to leave in a hurry. This is mainly due to the fact that she turned my stereo off yesterday, and it was not turned back on, thus making my iPod blare its music to deaf ears.
Wake in a rush, get to school in a rush, and my Charlemagne ID is not complete. I race to finish it in time.
Reprieve hits as I go to Psychology and watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. The reprieve lasts for one hour.
I rush to chem and sit bored for an hour.
I rush to newspaper. I talk to Leslie for a period of exactly 15 seconds. She seems distant.
I spend the whole of the hour messing with a stubborn card reader that hates my computer. I read Leslie’s LJ post about Jimmy John’s. I guess my lunch will have to wait another day in the fridge.
I rush outside. Leslie still seems distant. I don’t think she intended me to come with her. She drives silently to Jimmy John’s, where we get sandwiches with a few of her friends, and she drives silently back. We walk up to the school. We have ten minutes to eat. I rush to AAT.
I rush to take the test. I go to the back page. My brain decides to forget a large chunk of information. I work up until the bell (almost), on a test I thought I’d ace easily.
I rush to Forensics. I do the Argument Clinic with Lee. It goes well.
I rush to APLAC. I sit bored for an hour.
I rush home. I rush to do my homework. I have two quizzes tomorrow.
I rush out of a dulling day in the life of me.
I wonder what is bothering her.
*does homework*
At least it rained today.
But it was muggy.
Damn.