I felt like writing, cause I got free time, So I started a story...
I use my livejournal to write in general, even if its fiction, I write here sometimes when I am in the writing mood.
I glance over at my roomate, sometimes she seems so confident, yet completely out of control. Tonight she's confident, her outfit matches, from her earrings to her thong sandals. She swishes her honey blonde hair and asks, "how does it look now?"... "It looks great." I say while looking in my half empty closet of outdated clothes that I need to pick from. I am too shy to ask to borrow a cute vintage tee she snagged from the thrift shop this weekend. I wish she would just hand it over and insist on me wearing it. I guess she wants to look better than me. I pull out a tee shirt I got for my 18th birthday, slip it on and shrug looking at myself in the mirror. I put on an old pair of worn jeans and my converses, I think I'm gonna walk a lot tonight. My roomate looks over at me and exclaims, "well where are you off to tonight?" I look at her and make up some lame excuse, "just out with a couple old friends stopping by" when in reality, there isn't anyone stopping by.
You would think living in such a large city someone would be stopping by. Nope. Not a single friend from the good ol years of high school. We've all seem to have lost touch in some sort of way. I talk to them online every once and awhile, but it usually starts with the fake, "how are you" "I'm good and you?" "good" and then silence. Then they put up some lame away message saying they're out at some fabulous huge party that night. None of them asked me to come out and visit them. Sure, I'm hours away, but I what if I wanted to drive 4 hours for the party of the century? Damn, looks like I missed it, I think I might die before another one that good comes around. Hmm, I wonder how long a century is anyway.
I can hear my roomate grab her keys and purse, then glances over at me, smiles and says, "well have a great time babe! I'll be late so don't wait up or anything!". She flies out the door, and I can hear her on her cell chatting it up with some guy she's going out with while she waits for her elevator. She sounds so fake as usual. I take back that confident thing, she's just a big flake.
I get up, look in the mirror at myself. Meh. I look at my shirt again, then I decide to change it. I find something a little more laid back to go with the ripped jeans and shoes. I rub a little foundation on my face to make it look like I care. I pull out my favorite eyeliner and rub some underneath my eyes so gently, the only make up I wear to 'go out' at night. I grab my drawing journal, camera, and a book. I head into our bare kitchen, I hate cooking. I open a cupboard and reach to find anything worth eating. Some banana chips. Well, I guess I am eating something unhealthy and healthy at the same time. I throw them in my bag and grab my keys. I do not swish my hair as I waltz out the door. It's pulled back in a pony tail with a ribbon in it. I walk out the door, lock it, then wait for the elevator to cliumb down to the 5th floor.
The door opens, a young high school couple awaits in it. They look like they're on their way to a romantic evening. The boyfriend was probably here picking her up. It's cute. I would say they're celebrating their one month anniversary. I remember when I used to do that, we would get each other stupid little gifts and then spend the night making out. He's holding her hand the whole way down to the lobby. I clutch onto my bag because I always feel a little clausterphobic on elevators with more than 2 people on it. I walk out of the lobby onto the street, it's a little breezy, the sun should set in an hour or so. I love the summer, it's such a great time to be outside.
I look around, traffic is thick. Perhaps there's a concert tonight. People are loud, obnoxious and drunk on the streets. And so the weekend begins...
I walk down the street. I stop by a coffee shop and pick up some chai tea. I wish I drank coffee. It just tastes like dirt. So I drink chai instead and look like total poser. I'm not a coffee fanatic though. Those people that have coffee pattern curtains, soap and a bumper sticker that says, "I love my coffee!" I think at that point, you're considered to be using the caffenine as a serious drug, they start to make heronie addicts look good.
I walk down the street a little more until I run into the small patch of grass that I can find in this part of the city. I sit down, take out my journal, and my camera. There's a bar across the street. They're getting ready to open for business for the weekend. I can see the servers inside frantically wiping off tables before a huge line forms outside of the place. I bet they charge an arm and a leg to get in that place.
My concentration on the bar breaks as I am mentally interrupted by a couple of middle aged women. They are talking up a storm. I grab a picture and start sketching a little bit. Nothing much, just some gestures. It looks like they're playing cherades, but really they are just talking about who's daughter got into what ivy leauge college. I laugh a little bit. They sit there with their gucci purses and fake tans. They need to grow up.
I continue to watch people. I stretch my legs out a little more since one fell asleep. I start banging on it to relax it up a bit. An older man with a small dog passes by and he gives me a weird look with all my crap around me while I bang my leg. I glare at him and think that there's nothing to look at here and then blush by such a bitter thought.
The sun is getting ready to set soon. I think it's going to be a good one, there's just enough clouds to make it worthwhile. I look across the street, the bar is opening.
I lay down in the grass a little and stretch out both legs. I yawn, and then realize some clumsy jerk just tripped over me. I look up. Great. It's a guys who looks relatively the same age as me.
"Oh shit, I'm really sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, I have a lot on my mind and I just wasn't even thinking"
"No, you're quite all right"
"Well, I am waaay sorry, can you forgive me?"
"Sure"
"Good! Well, I better get going because my boyfriend is already mad about how late I am "
"Okay"
Fuck. He was gay. My luck, you think it would be like one of those romantic movies where the guy trips over you and he turns out to be your future husband. Oooh no, not here ladies and gentlemen.
The sunset is beautiful as predicted. I snap a couple of shots and use the rest of my roll. I put my camera back in my old denim bag. I cross my arms and watch the sunset finish. Just then, I hear a familiar annoying voice. My roomate. She's across the street. She's already wasted and with some very attractive man who will most likely use her and take her to bed tonight. I hide a little behind a tree and hope she doesn't see me. She walks into the bar which is getting busier and busier by the minute. Huhh. I don't know how she does it all the time.
I drink the last of my chai and then toss it into the wastebasket nearby. Well, looks like I might call it a night as well, I walk back to my place. It's 10 pm. I change my clothes into pink shorts and an old softball tee. I curl up on the couch to watch a little late night tv and eventually fall asleep.
to be continued....
I glance over at my roomate, sometimes she seems so confident, yet completely out of control. Tonight she's confident, her outfit matches, from her earrings to her thong sandals. She swishes her honey blonde hair and asks, "how does it look now?"... "It looks great." I say while looking in my half empty closet of outdated clothes that I need to pick from. I am too shy to ask to borrow a cute vintage tee she snagged from the thrift shop this weekend. I wish she would just hand it over and insist on me wearing it. I guess she wants to look better than me. I pull out a tee shirt I got for my 18th birthday, slip it on and shrug looking at myself in the mirror. I put on an old pair of worn jeans and my converses, I think I'm gonna walk a lot tonight. My roomate looks over at me and exclaims, "well where are you off to tonight?" I look at her and make up some lame excuse, "just out with a couple old friends stopping by" when in reality, there isn't anyone stopping by.
You would think living in such a large city someone would be stopping by. Nope. Not a single friend from the good ol years of high school. We've all seem to have lost touch in some sort of way. I talk to them online every once and awhile, but it usually starts with the fake, "how are you" "I'm good and you?" "good" and then silence. Then they put up some lame away message saying they're out at some fabulous huge party that night. None of them asked me to come out and visit them. Sure, I'm hours away, but I what if I wanted to drive 4 hours for the party of the century? Damn, looks like I missed it, I think I might die before another one that good comes around. Hmm, I wonder how long a century is anyway.
I can hear my roomate grab her keys and purse, then glances over at me, smiles and says, "well have a great time babe! I'll be late so don't wait up or anything!". She flies out the door, and I can hear her on her cell chatting it up with some guy she's going out with while she waits for her elevator. She sounds so fake as usual. I take back that confident thing, she's just a big flake.
I get up, look in the mirror at myself. Meh. I look at my shirt again, then I decide to change it. I find something a little more laid back to go with the ripped jeans and shoes. I rub a little foundation on my face to make it look like I care. I pull out my favorite eyeliner and rub some underneath my eyes so gently, the only make up I wear to 'go out' at night. I grab my drawing journal, camera, and a book. I head into our bare kitchen, I hate cooking. I open a cupboard and reach to find anything worth eating. Some banana chips. Well, I guess I am eating something unhealthy and healthy at the same time. I throw them in my bag and grab my keys. I do not swish my hair as I waltz out the door. It's pulled back in a pony tail with a ribbon in it. I walk out the door, lock it, then wait for the elevator to cliumb down to the 5th floor.
The door opens, a young high school couple awaits in it. They look like they're on their way to a romantic evening. The boyfriend was probably here picking her up. It's cute. I would say they're celebrating their one month anniversary. I remember when I used to do that, we would get each other stupid little gifts and then spend the night making out. He's holding her hand the whole way down to the lobby. I clutch onto my bag because I always feel a little clausterphobic on elevators with more than 2 people on it. I walk out of the lobby onto the street, it's a little breezy, the sun should set in an hour or so. I love the summer, it's such a great time to be outside.
I look around, traffic is thick. Perhaps there's a concert tonight. People are loud, obnoxious and drunk on the streets. And so the weekend begins...
I walk down the street. I stop by a coffee shop and pick up some chai tea. I wish I drank coffee. It just tastes like dirt. So I drink chai instead and look like total poser. I'm not a coffee fanatic though. Those people that have coffee pattern curtains, soap and a bumper sticker that says, "I love my coffee!" I think at that point, you're considered to be using the caffenine as a serious drug, they start to make heronie addicts look good.
I walk down the street a little more until I run into the small patch of grass that I can find in this part of the city. I sit down, take out my journal, and my camera. There's a bar across the street. They're getting ready to open for business for the weekend. I can see the servers inside frantically wiping off tables before a huge line forms outside of the place. I bet they charge an arm and a leg to get in that place.
My concentration on the bar breaks as I am mentally interrupted by a couple of middle aged women. They are talking up a storm. I grab a picture and start sketching a little bit. Nothing much, just some gestures. It looks like they're playing cherades, but really they are just talking about who's daughter got into what ivy leauge college. I laugh a little bit. They sit there with their gucci purses and fake tans. They need to grow up.
I continue to watch people. I stretch my legs out a little more since one fell asleep. I start banging on it to relax it up a bit. An older man with a small dog passes by and he gives me a weird look with all my crap around me while I bang my leg. I glare at him and think that there's nothing to look at here and then blush by such a bitter thought.
The sun is getting ready to set soon. I think it's going to be a good one, there's just enough clouds to make it worthwhile. I look across the street, the bar is opening.
I lay down in the grass a little and stretch out both legs. I yawn, and then realize some clumsy jerk just tripped over me. I look up. Great. It's a guys who looks relatively the same age as me.
"Oh shit, I'm really sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, I have a lot on my mind and I just wasn't even thinking"
"No, you're quite all right"
"Well, I am waaay sorry, can you forgive me?"
"Sure"
"Good! Well, I better get going because my boyfriend is already mad about how late I am "
"Okay"
Fuck. He was gay. My luck, you think it would be like one of those romantic movies where the guy trips over you and he turns out to be your future husband. Oooh no, not here ladies and gentlemen.
The sunset is beautiful as predicted. I snap a couple of shots and use the rest of my roll. I put my camera back in my old denim bag. I cross my arms and watch the sunset finish. Just then, I hear a familiar annoying voice. My roomate. She's across the street. She's already wasted and with some very attractive man who will most likely use her and take her to bed tonight. I hide a little behind a tree and hope she doesn't see me. She walks into the bar which is getting busier and busier by the minute. Huhh. I don't know how she does it all the time.
I drink the last of my chai and then toss it into the wastebasket nearby. Well, looks like I might call it a night as well, I walk back to my place. It's 10 pm. I change my clothes into pink shorts and an old softball tee. I curl up on the couch to watch a little late night tv and eventually fall asleep.
to be continued....