Regarding the above simile, that incidentally DID happen to me a little while ago with a neighbour's cat. He was rubbing his head along my arm as I petted him across the top of his neck and back . . . then he bit me in the arm.
I was thinking about my poor upper-arm when Sam "uh-oh'ed" me . . . . .
So do you have any new news for the committee yet?
Yeah, I'm feeling effing unappreciated right now.
Aw, that sucks. What happened?
Life is pissing me off. I'm getting that whole invisibility-syndrome-thing again, with everyone just . . . everyone's pissing me off right now, and I don't like having to be pissed off at everyone. It's not fun.
Yeah, that sucks. Oh man, I'm really in a bind too. Andrew was being all flirty with me during Italian class, and was still doing that all the way back to the lockers where I was going to meet Jeff. Well, Jeff already knows about how I'm using Drew as a pretend-bf to ward off the creepy guy, but things still got kind of tense.
Ouch, that sucks. Okay, so you have the real "bf" and the pretend "bf" and they meet each other. Yeah, I can see how that could suck.
Well, technically Jeff isn't my boyfriend, and I'm still sceptical whether I should ot not . . . . .
I'm just gonna cut out of this convo' now, because I think you get the gist of it. Even my loving cousin hath sold me out. Actually, she's kinda been always doing that. I have a problem that's really bugging me, and then she tells me her problems. I guess I could go on with mine, but we're both vying for soloutions to our own problems. I suppose I just figure she'll be able to do more with advice than I will. Still doesn't make me feel a whole lot better, though . . .
Yeah, that sucks . . . . . hey, I'd hate to do this to ya, but you know I have school tomorrow, right? Me thinks I should get there on time. I'll talk to you later, okay?
All right, sweet dreams!
Later, Sam.
I shut off the computer quickly and head back upstairs. By now my hands are also extremely cold just from being in the basement for too long in short sleeves. I walk into the kitchen to find something to eat or drink. Eventually I settle on some kind of hot-cereal-drink-stuff, and get the water boiling. While that happens, I try to find some food . . . and as per usual, there is none. The little package of hot-cereal-drink-stuff tears open easily (at least some things are) and dump it into a large mug.
Well, after enough time passes, I find myself lying on the couch, sipping from my hot-cereal-drink-stuff, watching The Tick™ on Teletoon™. As boredom and minor-depression settles in, I see my little phonebook. I go through the names . . .
Nope; nope; no; no; HELL no; no names here; uh . . . no. No name; no name; uh . . . . . I think I . . . no, it's 9:30 at night . . . I'd better not disturb her . . . . . wouldn't look very good anyway . . . . .
I put my phone directory away and just figure to hell with it all. I kill the TV, the lights, and make sure the doors are locked.
As I clumsily walk around, I can't help but notice how cold I am everywhere EXCEPT my forehead and neck and stuff. Actually, it's two things, that and the heavy feeling in my cranium wanting to crash me into the blue wall. Yeah, me thinks I'm sick . . . great . . . . .
The little movie I play on my ceiling as I stare at it in my bed is kinda hard to watch. A lot of it is just me moping about on my own. I remember watching myself going to my locker, watching the faces going by. I think I get one rising-eyebrow-thing from a guy . . . and yeah, that's about it. I kill the switch to the film projector (and no, it's not a REAL projector, it's just a figment of my imagination), sigh heavily to myself, and go to bed. Well . . . try to, at least.
