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lately, the only times that i've really been updating blurty is in the morning at school, when i really shouldnt be updating this thing. i havent gotten caught yet. same with checking my email. i've done it tons of times and nothing has happened to me. i mean, what could they do if they caught me? lunch detention? wooo....scary. not like i care anyways, lunch usually sucks. ok, so yesterday was typically a good day for me. in biology we watched the first part of Lorenzo's oil. In lit we watched Romeo and Juliette. I cried my poor little black heart out to nobody who cared. In band we played music. In Spanish I actually participated in class! I scared to lightbulbs out of Senora Malmo!! Anthropology was boring, minus the notes I took on the movie. Geometry was ok, actually. I payed attention for once, and i scared the bajeebers out of mr grant!!! : ) And guess what! I actually did my math homework!! Its a miracle!! and then i got home and spent like, three hours in thundar plains in ffx. I desperately need to level up on that game. and i need help from Bianka! then mother and i spent some "quality time" together. fun stuff. not. you know wahts really wonderful? taking a hot steamy shower late at night. you sit right under the water thingey and cry for hours on end. your mother is asleep, so she cant bang on the door, telling you to stop wasting water in spanish. then you feel around for the shampoo bottle and you lather your hair with the sweet smelling bubbles and wash it all away, like washing away your sorrows. then you grope around for the bottle of coconut scented conditioner and feel how slick it makes your hair, and then once its been thoroughly amassed throughout your hair, you wash it away like washing away all your filthy sins, which make you the person you really are. unless, of course, your bianka. shes perfect, but thats beside the point. then you just sit in the tub, your head hanging while you slowly run your hands through your hair. then you cry some more. then you grab the soap and rub it all over your exposed body while sniffling. then the water turns cold and you turn the hot water knob all the way up, and wait patiently for the hot water to come. then, you feel a complete peace. its wonderful. the only terrible thing is getting out. you reluctantly turn the water off, and hesitantly wrap yourself up in a towel, desperate to keep warm on a cold winters night. then you dry yourself slowly, and put on your pajamas. you walk back into your room, brush your hair, turn off the computer, tv, and playstation and turn on the radio. you crawl into bed and cry peaceful tears as you slowly drift away into your dreamland, hoping that you never wake up, and never have to face the false reality that is your life in the first world. good morning. levantese muchacha, se llego la madrugada, los pollitos tienen hambre, la gallina tienen sed. levantase muchacha, se llego la madrugada. my mother used to sing me that song when i was a little girl. i miss those days like a sun misses the day when she slumbers during the moons time to shine. i want to go home. i want to be anywhere else but here..... far from reality, jessica. Post a comment in response: |
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