i'm your one-man team
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Assume that this had all happened in a random day.
I woke up late, somewhere around 10 am, and I realize I AM late for school. Like, 15minutes late, even if I had my own car to drive there. But anyways, I'm not a bum (but I am lazy, like crazy, and wow, that rhymes, yay), so I drag myself (no, not hurry) around the house trying to prepare for school, but all I did was grunt and groan, 'till I found myself looking at the mirror. Hmm, not all that bad for a late person. I grab all my things (except my ID, which I hope to God will drop it somewhere in ADSA or DSWS), take the necessary modes of transportation to my school, and I arrive late for my first class, which considers late as a cut, no excuses. Frustrations make me go, duh.
I finish the first class, and I lose my cherished eraser. I've been trying to use it all up to the last bit of rubber in it, and alas, I lost it. So much for my imaginary world record of actually making use of a whole eraser. Depression? Not really. Just a change in facial expressions.
I ate fruits for lunch, like I did the past few days. Cutting down on expenses and fat intake. Supposedly for something expensive, like a laptop, but no, here I am, mashing buttons like crazy and screaming "DIE" at the top of my lungs as I get another kill in the game. I'm a smurf, one of those anyways, really.
I stepped on a really, REALLY gross gooey thing. Did not help the mood.
And of course, my ID, as fate would have it, is still on the loose.
And taking all that, I'm a pretty happy person.
But I am sad about something. Help me find it, ne?
smiled at the sun again @ 12:30 AM,
