Moi-42
Hey gents, I'm bored, this is a "bored (boring) post" with no real aim other then to vent feelings that I'm only half experiencing, because I want to write something down in order to feel productive. Which do not think can be accomplished, judging by the last sentence. But who gives a fuck! Not I.
So things have been pretty alright lately, the only thing thats less then good, far far from good acctually, is the fact that my brother is gone. I really, really miss him. I sort of don't know what to do with myself. When I come home, I still expect him to be pulling up in his car (which I myself just drove home). Sometimes I come in and say announce my presence, but duh Alison, no one gives a fuck cause no one is there. Someone, moved to New York. The worst thing, too, is that I can't tell him how much I miss him, because I'm afraid to make him homesick. No good I say. People seem to keep leaving.
Ho hum.
I have a ton of homework. I dont know why I wait so long to do it. I come home, watch bad TV, go online or on the phone or communicate through something, and then at 6:45 I whip out a book so that when my mom comes home it looks like I've been working. Then I eat dinner, and start my homework at 8 (when, ironically, all the good TV starts). I'm not very smart I guess. Let's see if I get through Junior year.
Well, now I'm more bored with myself than I was before...mission not accomplished. I'll write again later, when I'm not so blank.
Danke Shane.
So things have been pretty alright lately, the only thing thats less then good, far far from good acctually, is the fact that my brother is gone. I really, really miss him. I sort of don't know what to do with myself. When I come home, I still expect him to be pulling up in his car (which I myself just drove home). Sometimes I come in and say announce my presence, but duh Alison, no one gives a fuck cause no one is there. Someone, moved to New York. The worst thing, too, is that I can't tell him how much I miss him, because I'm afraid to make him homesick. No good I say. People seem to keep leaving.
Ho hum.
I have a ton of homework. I dont know why I wait so long to do it. I come home, watch bad TV, go online or on the phone or communicate through something, and then at 6:45 I whip out a book so that when my mom comes home it looks like I've been working. Then I eat dinner, and start my homework at 8 (when, ironically, all the good TV starts). I'm not very smart I guess. Let's see if I get through Junior year.
Well, now I'm more bored with myself than I was before...mission not accomplished. I'll write again later, when I'm not so blank.
Danke Shane.