a TyPiCaL dAy

i peered up at the glowing red light on the ceiling above my bed, wondering why it seemed important, yes this was all very familiar, conciousness rapidly approaching, WOOOOSH the tidal wave of responsibility pulls me under for another 12 hours as i realize that i'd hit the snooze 12 precious minutes ago.....the light was my projection clock, the noise was Sugar scratching at my bed, the heat being emited came from my electric blanket, and the overwhelming guilt came from the fact that i hadn't done any of my homework and i needed to up the grades.

i don't like school. i don't like waking up at 6:30, make that 6:42. i don't like taking a shower 2 minutes after i wake up. i don't like skipping breakfast. i don't like that i procrastinate. i don't like time. i don't like being rushed. i don't like being social at 8 am. i don't like it when my friends are skanky. i don't like chemistry tests.

i like english class. i like andrew. i like the reassurance that everyone isn't fake. i like reed underwood. i like laughing about psychos on dr. phil. i like elena. i like humerous men & women of God. i like the emptiness of mind i feel as i subconsiously drive home (actually that one's neutral, it kind of scares me). i like coming home. i like coke & dorritos & dr. phil. i like tuna helper for dinner(on occasion...fish is grodie). i like visiting my new nephew. i like family. i like overcoming difficulties. i love life.