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Ho hum. I wasted away another day of my youth. I studied for the spanish test and not the geometry test. Bye-bye A average. Hello, you oh so familiar B- average. Why did I waste it? First of all, I had to study material Senora Mills did not cover but will probably put on the test anyway. Then my mom got me some trumpet stuff. A mute, berp, valve oil, and an excercise book. I broke my berp, the mute has a tiny ding already, and I'm looking for the valve oil. Then I had to eat dinner and clean up. Stupid. While I was cleaning, I forgot to put the food away FIRST. So... I kinda helped myself to some more. And more... and a little bit more. I'm trying really hard to do this 6 small meals thing that my dad told me to do. I do well at school, but when its time for dinner I drop the ball and dig in. I'm much to tired to study right now, so I've been looking and websites and blogs. It makes me want to make a website again. Maybe during the summer? If I'm lucky? The house right now is just a pig stye and I'm the only person up to the job. My grades must maintain A- average if I want to keep my highschool athletic career and go to New York when I'm a senior. No one told me that I would have so much work to do at 15. TV is full of lies. That's why we unplugged it. Except for the one in the living room. It's on CNN 24/7. I'm stinky and dry and tired. I actually blogged to post this ... story thing I found. I thought it was really lovely. It's not mine. It's Emma's. write me a love letter" he sang, before he hung up the phone; so i did. it was a plain piece of paper in an empty white envelope and i didn't even write his name or put a stamp in the corner. he took it from my hands and stared at it. "all this white space," he said. "no stamp. no return address." he pulled the paper from its insides and let the envelope slide to the floor. "there's nothing written," he observed, turning the paper over and over in his hands. "you didn't write anything." "well no..." i began, and with two fingers peeled the paper from his hands. "i couldn't think of any words to describe how much i love you. so i left the letter blank. but i slept with it under my pillow, so it's covered with my essence and i sprayed the envelope with my perfume and kissed the place where your name would be and baby, i thought of you while i was sitting there with the pencil in my hand and realized i'm not much of a writer." i took a breath. "and much more of a kisser." xoxo Post a comment in response: |
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