to start off.
I feel like I spent the entire day on the train. Even though it's not really a train. Technically speaking, it's an above ground 'electric car'---but I say it looks like a train, it also acts like one, too. I miss it, I chase after it---I'm left winded by the platform and muttering obscene curse words to myself as I wait for the next line to come. In fact, I missed my eight 'oh clock train this morning---I thought I had a chance to catch it, but nope. The driver was obviously feeling rather speedy that morning, as he didn't linger around to wait for anyone. The next train came, wrong line. My clock ticked by, and I knew that when my train finally came, it'd be a sadrine can. To my surprise, it wasn't. It was perfect---I even managed to get a seat, instead of cozying up to the stairwell. But, of course, the lady across from me yapped away on her cell phone---as did every one else. I don't mind it when people yap on their cell phone, but it gets annoying when it's at eight in the morning and their talking very, very loudly. Don't they realize? Of course not. People are in their own little world---their own fabricated world in which they made the rules. Oh well, I'll stop rambling on about trains. I don't have a whole lot going on in my life, so I choose the most boring things to ramble about. Such as trains, how I saw a marvelous orange butterfly today on my way to history class, how my history class room is incredibly stuffy, and so on.
My head his pounding, but I keep the music blaring in my ears. I try to switch to softer music, but I keep going back to the same loud rock music. I should probably go lay down, but the net is far too addicting. I'm like every other average teenager who cannot leave their computer---but I've gone several weeks without it. Of course, during those several weeks, I happened to be another country and thart sort of took my mind off it. There have been times where I wanted to say no to the internet---to simply go away and forget all about it But I come back.
I always come back.
So here I am.
My head his pounding, but I keep the music blaring in my ears. I try to switch to softer music, but I keep going back to the same loud rock music. I should probably go lay down, but the net is far too addicting. I'm like every other average teenager who cannot leave their computer---but I've gone several weeks without it. Of course, during those several weeks, I happened to be another country and thart sort of took my mind off it. There have been times where I wanted to say no to the internet---to simply go away and forget all about it But I come back.
I always come back.
So here I am.