Has It Really Been Only Two Days?
Alright, it's two days into Summer Break and I already don't know what to do. I just spent the last two days (Saturday and Sunday) being extremely bored. I think that means I should get a job. OR build a log cabin. I personally like the latter instead of the former.
But seriously, I'm sitting here, in the closet my dad refers to as a room, and I don't know what to do. I got everything packed and in the car and was in the driveway in Maryland at 11:30 p.m. Obligatory phone call later, I had no idea what to do. Everyone was already asleep, but I had to get some of my bags in. So, saying ''Hell to those I wake,' I went into the house with some bags, and left others for later, although I should have been louder to wake mystep-mom my dad's wife. But that wouldn't have been nice, and I should try and be a nice person, I mean he tried so hard to shove her down our throats and make us kids like her.
But Saturday rolled around and I awoke sometime late in the morning. The thing about natural light, well it wakes me in the morning. When I'm shoved in a closet with no windows, in a corner of the basement where the term 'glass' refers to the shards I find in my feet, I can't wake up early. And if I have to hear my dad and his wife say 'good morning' sarcastically to me every weekend, I think I might just have to yell at them. A lot.
Saturday was a blur, and not a good blur either. It wasn't one of those Craig Brown drunken blurs where I see him twice in 5 minutes and he doesn't remember ever talking to me. In fact, I think he forgot I was in the room as soon as he left. But no, my blur wasn't like that, it was a 'bored out of my skull I think I'm going to cut off one of my fingers in order to make something interesting happen around here' blur. Not a fun blur to be in.
At some point I went to sleep, and at some point I woke up. Sunday, also boring. Bored to tears. In fact, I was so bored that I washed, waxed, and vacuumed my car. Then I washed the windows, inside and out. Then I Rainx'ed them. In fact, I might have made seat covers from the leftover fleece, but that would involve talking to her. And I wouldn't have wanted to do that.
So instead I left the car in the garage and walked over to the house where I decided to write something. Like this.
Right now Annville is looking real good. I think I might look for an apartment/house for rent up there for the summer, and then become a commuter. It would cut down on commute to Chelsea's by almost 90%. Might have to look into that.
But who knows, maybe I'll just cut off my finger instead.
But seriously, I'm sitting here, in the closet my dad refers to as a room, and I don't know what to do. I got everything packed and in the car and was in the driveway in Maryland at 11:30 p.m. Obligatory phone call later, I had no idea what to do. Everyone was already asleep, but I had to get some of my bags in. So, saying ''Hell to those I wake,' I went into the house with some bags, and left others for later, although I should have been louder to wake my
But Saturday rolled around and I awoke sometime late in the morning. The thing about natural light, well it wakes me in the morning. When I'm shoved in a closet with no windows, in a corner of the basement where the term 'glass' refers to the shards I find in my feet, I can't wake up early. And if I have to hear my dad and his wife say 'good morning' sarcastically to me every weekend, I think I might just have to yell at them. A lot.
Saturday was a blur, and not a good blur either. It wasn't one of those Craig Brown drunken blurs where I see him twice in 5 minutes and he doesn't remember ever talking to me. In fact, I think he forgot I was in the room as soon as he left. But no, my blur wasn't like that, it was a 'bored out of my skull I think I'm going to cut off one of my fingers in order to make something interesting happen around here' blur. Not a fun blur to be in.
At some point I went to sleep, and at some point I woke up. Sunday, also boring. Bored to tears. In fact, I was so bored that I washed, waxed, and vacuumed my car. Then I washed the windows, inside and out. Then I Rainx'ed them. In fact, I might have made seat covers from the leftover fleece, but that would involve talking to her. And I wouldn't have wanted to do that.
So instead I left the car in the garage and walked over to the house where I decided to write something. Like this.
Right now Annville is looking real good. I think I might look for an apartment/house for rent up there for the summer, and then become a commuter. It would cut down on commute to Chelsea's by almost 90%. Might have to look into that.
But who knows, maybe I'll just cut off my finger instead.
posted by Timchula at 22:18
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