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I woke up this morning with an excruciating headache, tried to continue my morning routine and realized it would not be possible. With the room slightly mobile and slightly a blur, I promptly called my ride and told them not to pick me up. I fell right back asleep after that, in migraine daze, I had a few weird dreams, that for the life of me I cannot recollect. I do know they were a bit scary. Perhaps its best they stay imbedded in that tiny part of memory that will never reveal itself to me.
Hours past my usual awakening hour I opened my eyes to a sunlit room, my peaceful little abode. The beads that hang from my overhead lamp sent sparkles dancing across my azure walls. They were like psychedelic raindrops. Once I was fully satisfied with watching these dancing drops for a span of about twenty minutes, I slid out from under the covers and felt, for some reason, relived,
Alone in the sunny house, I did like I always do and turned the music up to full blast. On a whim, I made a batch of cookies. They didn't turn out as well as I'd like. One tray melded together to form one giant cookie about the size of the average human head. I will later feed this cookie to one of my ravenous friends.
The sun proved too inviting, for after I finished baking the cookies I slid on a pair of worn jeans, t-shirt, and converse (none of which I was sure were clean or not, as I idly lifted them from my scattered bedroom's hardwood floor) and headed into the snow covered backyard with my ever eager dog to frolic in the snow.
Once inside, I glanced at the clock, it was now about 2:30, the time school ends. I changed the CD, Tom Petty's wildflower album to be exact and wondered which one of my friends would come speeding down my street and take a quick turn into my driveway this time. I was content, but a bit lonely.
An hour or so later, I heard four hands pounding on the sliding door. Two of my girl friends were standing on the porch with 2 confused french exchange students in tow, a boy and a girl. I opened the door eagerly with a happy lost grin on my face and let them in. The 7th track to the CD was now blasting, A tune by the name of "Honey Bee" that is quite rocking. The french students were a bit lost, yet interested. What they've seen of Americans so far were two quiet, shy and pop music people living in quite little neighborhoods with the same sort of people around. I am a different species from most of my friends.
The little caravan of friends and french citizens stayed for about 20 minutes, my friends told me what I missed and we started talking about several different things. I speak enthusiastically, which is my way of saying my teeth and lips chatter like the wings of a humming bird, and my speed confused the foreigners. I also use over syllabled words sometimes.
I am now here. With not much to do.
<3Kaylee
Hours past my usual awakening hour I opened my eyes to a sunlit room, my peaceful little abode. The beads that hang from my overhead lamp sent sparkles dancing across my azure walls. They were like psychedelic raindrops. Once I was fully satisfied with watching these dancing drops for a span of about twenty minutes, I slid out from under the covers and felt, for some reason, relived,
Alone in the sunny house, I did like I always do and turned the music up to full blast. On a whim, I made a batch of cookies. They didn't turn out as well as I'd like. One tray melded together to form one giant cookie about the size of the average human head. I will later feed this cookie to one of my ravenous friends.
The sun proved too inviting, for after I finished baking the cookies I slid on a pair of worn jeans, t-shirt, and converse (none of which I was sure were clean or not, as I idly lifted them from my scattered bedroom's hardwood floor) and headed into the snow covered backyard with my ever eager dog to frolic in the snow.
Once inside, I glanced at the clock, it was now about 2:30, the time school ends. I changed the CD, Tom Petty's wildflower album to be exact and wondered which one of my friends would come speeding down my street and take a quick turn into my driveway this time. I was content, but a bit lonely.
An hour or so later, I heard four hands pounding on the sliding door. Two of my girl friends were standing on the porch with 2 confused french exchange students in tow, a boy and a girl. I opened the door eagerly with a happy lost grin on my face and let them in. The 7th track to the CD was now blasting, A tune by the name of "Honey Bee" that is quite rocking. The french students were a bit lost, yet interested. What they've seen of Americans so far were two quiet, shy and pop music people living in quite little neighborhoods with the same sort of people around. I am a different species from most of my friends.
The little caravan of friends and french citizens stayed for about 20 minutes, my friends told me what I missed and we started talking about several different things. I speak enthusiastically, which is my way of saying my teeth and lips chatter like the wings of a humming bird, and my speed confused the foreigners. I also use over syllabled words sometimes.
I am now here. With not much to do.
<3Kaylee