No Homework, Just Bliss... And Then Ignorance, I Assume.
Mood:
bright
Now Playing: Gilmore Girls
Please excuse any typos, I'm actually typing in bed on my Daddy's lap top. Yeah, quite luxurious, I must say.
So for the longest time I haven't written and it is no ones fault except my own and even then I don't care.
What's going on lately?
The six weeks ended today. I've turned in all my work that I have procrastinated on. Yes, it took me a long time to finish. Mostly I procrastinate in History class because we never have an ACTUAL due date. Or so I thought. The "due date" is the end of the six weeks. How confusing.
My allergies have attacked. I am slowly dying of snot and clogged ears. How lovely, right? That exactly the problem! How can I be a cute, sweet, girl when I'm sniffling and my eyes tear up when I blink. On top of that, my mouth is always hanging open so that I might breath. Yeah, I refuse to blow my nose at school. There is too much risk involved. Ugh, just the thought makes me feel really odd. Anyways, hats off to those who have enough guts to blow their nose in public. But I go for the light dab.
And who else could sit here and be completely amused by writing about allergies and means of destroying the evidence? Surely not Dickens or Conrad. Though I'm sure they might enjoy something like this.
The window is open and though I'm inside on such a nice warm day, I can see the sun playing on the street with the little children. My parents' curtains match the house outside their window and it is sort of interesting. I'll be sure to remember this scene so while I'm in the nursing home and my insane children visit me I can tell them about stuff that makes me smile and in turn makes them fall out of their chair from boredom.
And on that note, falling out of ones chair is the perfect example of creating a diversion. No, no it's not. I'll stop now.
So he called last night while I was on the phone with someone else so I called him back for seven minutes. No, not five or ten, but seven. Why? I couldn't tell you, but the timer on the phone had seven minutes even. Is this boring? Yes? Good. I won't stop now, I'M ON A ROLL!
Or is it a bun?
Okay maybe I SHOULD stop.
But this is fun, typing on a lap top. I mean, here I am spending time with my mother and watching Gilmore Girls while using modern technology to destroy every motivated cell in my body.
Hey, a tiki bar sounds fun.
Okay, now I'm just pathetic. I think I'm going to go out for a run or take mom out for a poetry reading with the Mother.
Ich liebe dich.
BETH