Monday, November 3rd, 1997.
Woke up before the alarm. Drew the blinds, and saw the beautiful sun shining on the rake that was lying in the yard. I went downstairs and decided against breakfast. Noxious because of my periods. I ate an apple though.
School.
I probably failed my biology test. Too much biology going on in my body in the first place. Later, this guy Peter invited me to a party Friday night. Told him I’d think about it, an answer which betrays that I really mean: "I don’t really feel like it". Didn’t want to be rude, but I was. Just want to be left alone.
What would I do at that party anyway? Try to have a coherent conversation, listen to music I can’t grasp or appreciate, sneak out for a beer? Jessica and Katie won’t be there, so I’d be stuck with girls I barely know. James won’t be there either, so what's the point?
Best to forget about it. And spend another lousy Friday night staring at the walls.
Woke up before the alarm. Drew the blinds, and saw the beautiful sun shining on the rake that was lying in the yard. I went downstairs and decided against breakfast. Noxious because of my periods. I ate an apple though.
School.
I probably failed my biology test. Too much biology going on in my body in the first place. Later, this guy Peter invited me to a party Friday night. Told him I’d think about it, an answer which betrays that I really mean: "I don’t really feel like it". Didn’t want to be rude, but I was. Just want to be left alone.
What would I do at that party anyway? Try to have a coherent conversation, listen to music I can’t grasp or appreciate, sneak out for a beer? Jessica and Katie won’t be there, so I’d be stuck with girls I barely know. James won’t be there either, so what's the point?
Best to forget about it. And spend another lousy Friday night staring at the walls.
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