a man and his dumpster
Yesterday was boring. I went to vickies after school. Sat in the car while my mother dropped Caroline off at dance, which took longer than it should have. I listened to funky jazz on the radio and watched out the window at a dumpster labeled "tires only". A kid, I believe to be Turkish, rode up to it on his bicycle and hopped on the side of it peering in. He pulled out a yellow thing. And then he picked up a few picture frames but put them back in. He then hopped into the dumpster and began to dig around. It began to rain quite heavily and it was getting hard to see him through the glass as it collected drops of water. But I could see him get out of the dumpster and pick up his yellow object, which he proceeded to throw on the pavement. Despite the distance and the walls of car, I could hear the smashing sound it made. Then he rode off through the rain on his bicycle and I wanted to go see what it was he smashed. I was about to get out of the car and run through the rain to the dumpster, but at the very last second my mother opened the drivers seat door and my chance was gone.
Oh well.
Today I came home and napped. I ate dinner. And then my mother whisked me away back to her palace where I am stuck now until Thursday. I really want summer and an excuse to not be here all the time. It's not that it's a terrible place. It's just that nothing EVER exciting happens here. It's nice if you want a peaceful setting to read or something...but if you are not in the mood for it, it's just not fun here.
Tomorrow is going to be equally as boring as today.
Thursday: who knows?
Friday: Johnny wants Jen and I to go to the open mic in Southbridge...I don't know if that will happen. Who knows? If something more exciting comes up I will probably do that instead.
The weekend will be nice and stressful.
All next week will be stressful.
NEXT weekend will be ten times more stressful than the weekend before.
And the last three days of school will suck as I study for biology and history finals and try to finish my Latin paper, which I can't find sources for.
WISH ME LUCK!
Oh well.
Today I came home and napped. I ate dinner. And then my mother whisked me away back to her palace where I am stuck now until Thursday. I really want summer and an excuse to not be here all the time. It's not that it's a terrible place. It's just that nothing EVER exciting happens here. It's nice if you want a peaceful setting to read or something...but if you are not in the mood for it, it's just not fun here.
Tomorrow is going to be equally as boring as today.
Thursday: who knows?
Friday: Johnny wants Jen and I to go to the open mic in Southbridge...I don't know if that will happen. Who knows? If something more exciting comes up I will probably do that instead.
The weekend will be nice and stressful.
All next week will be stressful.
NEXT weekend will be ten times more stressful than the weekend before.
And the last three days of school will suck as I study for biology and history finals and try to finish my Latin paper, which I can't find sources for.
WISH ME LUCK!