Seriously?!
After 5 days of having no school, I think I'm losing it. Dinners with my family are spent laughing with my sister. You hear that? Laughing! And my mother's ready to kill me, not because I did anything wrong, but because I'm home! I have too much time on my hands, I sleep in, I play in the, what, 5.5 in. of snow? I'm starting to despise snow days. I mean, I have a phone now and I can text the friends that have my number, but I'm getting bored! I need to sigh through my stupid classes and want to punch the annoying thing I sit by in 3rd period. I require the msg-infested lunches and the people that make fun of me to laugh when I guess then feel stupid when I get it right! I actually want to feel the drag of the school day and deal with my bad locker lock and the midget 7th graders and the strain of doing menial tasks in computer class because the book is completely stupid!
I think I'm turning into the non-sexual form of Masochist.
By Sunday, I will have been out of school for nine days and might be lucky to not require a straightjacket. If someone's icing the Superintendent's driveway, STOP! I miss school! I want to facepalm because I just got a stupid worksheet! I really really desire to try to get around the homophobic school's firewall! I miss the drag of twenty pounds of schoolbooks on my way across the building, fighting the mad crowds, jumping midgets, evile Seniors, strutting football players, and hordes of idiots in five short minutes to get to yet another class that I will study Japanese and try to get rid of a pounding headache!
I am most definitely a Masochist.
Why do I want to go back to the place where there's so much crap? What drives me away from my comfortable computer chair, stock of pizza, Fritos, and ramen? What is making me crave a place that I so often say is made of hate and chalk-full of annoying angst? Simple:
Kirinin-sensei gave me a cliff hanger and I haven't seen her to ask about it for ten days, soon to be twelve.
So what if I'm a Masochist, at least I'll be a masochist that has the aftermath of the cliffhanger!
Ah, thank-you Dr. Jethro, this jacket's very warm. And these pink padded walls? Why, they're the best source of comfort and color I've ever found! No, Ranma-Sama, you can't eat my hair, Sasuke-kun isn't done washing it.
I think I'm turning into the non-sexual form of Masochist.
By Sunday, I will have been out of school for nine days and might be lucky to not require a straightjacket. If someone's icing the Superintendent's driveway, STOP! I miss school! I want to facepalm because I just got a stupid worksheet! I really really desire to try to get around the homophobic school's firewall! I miss the drag of twenty pounds of schoolbooks on my way across the building, fighting the mad crowds, jumping midgets, evile Seniors, strutting football players, and hordes of idiots in five short minutes to get to yet another class that I will study Japanese and try to get rid of a pounding headache!
I am most definitely a Masochist.
Why do I want to go back to the place where there's so much crap? What drives me away from my comfortable computer chair, stock of pizza, Fritos, and ramen? What is making me crave a place that I so often say is made of hate and chalk-full of annoying angst? Simple:
Kirinin-sensei gave me a cliff hanger and I haven't seen her to ask about it for ten days, soon to be twelve.
So what if I'm a Masochist, at least I'll be a masochist that has the aftermath of the cliffhanger!
Ah, thank-you Dr. Jethro, this jacket's very warm. And these pink padded walls? Why, they're the best source of comfort and color I've ever found! No, Ranma-Sama, you can't eat my hair, Sasuke-kun isn't done washing it.