Is the battery dead?
I awoke to a nice feeling between my shoulder blades.
I felt five years old again.
Helpless in the softness of my bed, with familiar hands comforting me.
A mother's touch is something great.
But alas, I had to get up and go with her to the bone people.
So with a nice,
"Drink your tea and don't go back to sleep!"
She left me to toss around and eventually get up...although I heard another "Don't go back to sleep!" from upstairs.
I sprang up and threw on the same damn clothes I've been wearing for a week, my new uniform.
It makes me feel like a cartoon character, but with only one change of clothes.
Got up, grabbed my stuff and got ready to head out.
Bringing along The Cure's Wish, a mixed CD featuring the Disintegration, Close to Me and Boys Don't cry, and Tool's Undertow...We went out in the dry cold to the bone people.
I sat in the car while she went inside.
Listened to about 40 minutes of blaring Disitegration and then tested out the radio...nothing but shit as usual.
So I turned everything off, leaving the key on the first notch to show the time.
I counted cars, sang really, really loud...which actually didn't sound to bad!
Talked to squirrels through the car window glass (she was eating an acorn and wouldn't turn around to let me see her doing so...I don't know if it was female, but who says it was a male?)
It ran off.
So I freestyled at objects I could see.
Which was funny.
Then proceeded to say what I saw when it appeared.
Blue car, Blue truck, grey car, yellow bus...
It got hard sometimes when there was a lot of cars...
Then I made my voice deep and english and narrated about a man with "A big fucking face"
This went on for a while.
I don't think I'll write it out...
I sat there, in the car, laughing at my complete stupidity and insanity.
But I was bored.
I called people who weren't there and didn't call back (except Derek).
I then put the radio back on.
Nothing...the radio wouldn't turn on.
I thought, maybe the car is just locked up or something.
So I tried to unlock the car from the inside.
No response...
I pulled up the knob and took the keys outside and tried that...nothing.
Thinking it was just locked up and needed to be started I just waited.
Quite some time later my mom came out and tried to start up the car.
Shit, nothing.
She blamed me that I had left the radio on the whole time and that the battery was drained...until she found that she had also left the lights on.
So we were both to blame.
AAA said it was going to take till 3 (it was 1ish) before the guy could come out to us...but a guy called back and came in 10 minutes.
He jumped the car and we were cruzing again...
Went to the mall, picked up some flip flops...and a new pillow...the washing machine ate mine.
And picked up some photos and some bank money (my mom made me aware that one of the girls in the bank was checking me out)...I didn't notice...I usually don't...because I don't think it happens.
The photos were from the hotel room in NYC and the Christmas party we went to. Plus some pictures of Maria and myself making a gingerbread house...It was strange seeing pictures of her...us...Like some memory...I guess that's the idea's of photos.
"I've been living so long with my pictures of you, that I almost believe that they're real"
So, we got home and that's it.
Next I plan on giving my self a full body repair for the reunion tommorow...haha
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...
I felt five years old again.
Helpless in the softness of my bed, with familiar hands comforting me.
A mother's touch is something great.
But alas, I had to get up and go with her to the bone people.
So with a nice,
"Drink your tea and don't go back to sleep!"
She left me to toss around and eventually get up...although I heard another "Don't go back to sleep!" from upstairs.
I sprang up and threw on the same damn clothes I've been wearing for a week, my new uniform.
It makes me feel like a cartoon character, but with only one change of clothes.
Got up, grabbed my stuff and got ready to head out.
Bringing along The Cure's Wish, a mixed CD featuring the Disintegration, Close to Me and Boys Don't cry, and Tool's Undertow...We went out in the dry cold to the bone people.
I sat in the car while she went inside.
Listened to about 40 minutes of blaring Disitegration and then tested out the radio...nothing but shit as usual.
So I turned everything off, leaving the key on the first notch to show the time.
I counted cars, sang really, really loud...which actually didn't sound to bad!
Talked to squirrels through the car window glass (she was eating an acorn and wouldn't turn around to let me see her doing so...I don't know if it was female, but who says it was a male?)
It ran off.
So I freestyled at objects I could see.
Which was funny.
Then proceeded to say what I saw when it appeared.
Blue car, Blue truck, grey car, yellow bus...
It got hard sometimes when there was a lot of cars...
Then I made my voice deep and english and narrated about a man with "A big fucking face"
This went on for a while.
I don't think I'll write it out...
I sat there, in the car, laughing at my complete stupidity and insanity.
But I was bored.
I called people who weren't there and didn't call back (except Derek).
I then put the radio back on.
Nothing...the radio wouldn't turn on.
I thought, maybe the car is just locked up or something.
So I tried to unlock the car from the inside.
No response...
I pulled up the knob and took the keys outside and tried that...nothing.
Thinking it was just locked up and needed to be started I just waited.
Quite some time later my mom came out and tried to start up the car.
Shit, nothing.
She blamed me that I had left the radio on the whole time and that the battery was drained...until she found that she had also left the lights on.
So we were both to blame.
AAA said it was going to take till 3 (it was 1ish) before the guy could come out to us...but a guy called back and came in 10 minutes.
He jumped the car and we were cruzing again...
Went to the mall, picked up some flip flops...and a new pillow...the washing machine ate mine.
And picked up some photos and some bank money (my mom made me aware that one of the girls in the bank was checking me out)...I didn't notice...I usually don't...because I don't think it happens.
The photos were from the hotel room in NYC and the Christmas party we went to. Plus some pictures of Maria and myself making a gingerbread house...It was strange seeing pictures of her...us...Like some memory...I guess that's the idea's of photos.
"I've been living so long with my pictures of you, that I almost believe that they're real"
So, we got home and that's it.
Next I plan on giving my self a full body repair for the reunion tommorow...haha
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...