First a sad story, then a happy one
Sad Story:
So I woke up this morning at 6:15. Fed the dog, gave her her meds, fed the cats, pet everyone, took a shower, called up Drew, he walked Nani, I was all set to go...then I realized that it was a Monday morning, my parents weren't home and wouldn't be for some time, I had nothing important at all today at school, a full tank of gas, money and a riding buddy. Here's the sad part of the story: I went to school anyway, and was even a little early. Even though we had TALKED about skipping together and driving until our gas ran out and then hitching and then just whoring ourselves out for a little adventure. But no. I was safely and suffocatingly between those double doors at 7:27, just in time to realize that I was an idiot.
Happy story:
I JUST LEFT. Got on me wee leetle haunches, said "F this S" and high-tailed it for my Mercedes (because, if you didn't get the subtext, I am cool) and drove like my left arm was chopped off all the way home to write this personally and morally redeeming entry. Yeah, FUCK THAT, I say. I learn more examining my own shit in the toilet than I do all 7 hours of school. So that's my sad story, and then my happy story.
The Future Story:
In-school suspension. BRING IT. I'll eat beans that morning and wreak my vengeance as sweet and pungent as vengeance has ever been wreaked/reeked.
So I woke up this morning at 6:15. Fed the dog, gave her her meds, fed the cats, pet everyone, took a shower, called up Drew, he walked Nani, I was all set to go...then I realized that it was a Monday morning, my parents weren't home and wouldn't be for some time, I had nothing important at all today at school, a full tank of gas, money and a riding buddy. Here's the sad part of the story: I went to school anyway, and was even a little early. Even though we had TALKED about skipping together and driving until our gas ran out and then hitching and then just whoring ourselves out for a little adventure. But no. I was safely and suffocatingly between those double doors at 7:27, just in time to realize that I was an idiot.
Happy story:
I JUST LEFT. Got on me wee leetle haunches, said "F this S" and high-tailed it for my Mercedes (because, if you didn't get the subtext, I am cool) and drove like my left arm was chopped off all the way home to write this personally and morally redeeming entry. Yeah, FUCK THAT, I say. I learn more examining my own shit in the toilet than I do all 7 hours of school. So that's my sad story, and then my happy story.
The Future Story:
In-school suspension. BRING IT. I'll eat beans that morning and wreak my vengeance as sweet and pungent as vengeance has ever been wreaked/reeked.