Make Yourself At Home
Mood: All These Thoughts Are Never Resting; You're Not Something I Deserve.
Listening to: Soul Asylum - Runaway Train
She wakes up in the morning in the same room that she's been in her whole life. And everything still looks the same; but the feeling of the room has changed in spite. She said, 'You don't know what it's like to be stuck in my mind.'
Okay, so Josh got me thinking about MORE sad stuff. Today, he found an almost dead birdy. Sad enough? NO! Appearantly, it's sibling was dead..*Sigh*..BABY birdies. That's horrible. Luckily, Josh is a nice dude and helped the other birdie and took it home and stuff and called the Humaine Society. Thank you Josh, for being nice to the birdie. I have plenty friends who would have shoved a cherry bomb up it's ass.. No kidding.
But, I did have a decent day. I love you Sab, you totally bring out the child in me. I mean, how many friends do you have that will not only WATCH you repeatedly thrust your crotch in the air, but do it as well? Gosh. My throat hurts 'cause me and Sab were singing at the top of our lungs to songs we couldn't hit the notes of, it was excellent. Listened to some old music, that we had forgottened the lyrics to, but they came back to us as the songs progressed..*Sings* You left me for a dollar 'cause you said I couldn't sing.. oh, and then there's always.. *Sings* Life after Lisa's not so bad at..*Fades away, realizing that's not the lyrics there.*
Oh, went into the school today to try and get a peek at my schedule. No Sir. Got to make sure my classes were all right, though. But see, the entire reason I went was to make sure I didn't have shitty teachers, and to prepare myself, if I did. There goes that. You watch, I'll show up, and my homeroom teacher will be Pickard or Silverberg. Would anyone be surprised? Me either.
I'm not sure why, but I'm really looking forward to school this year. Even moreso now that I've been there again. Does anyone else find a different scent in the air, the first day of school? I guess I can't get wait to be loaded with homework, and go to bed early, and wake up early, and drag my ass into school everyday. Oh my, wonderful. Sab's not gonna be there everyday. How am I gonna know what class I have in the afternoon? Oh no, Oh no. Stupid rotating schedules. We're gonna be seniors! Whoo. Eww, I now, officially, feel old. Oh well, I still can't wait. Only six more sleeps.
Well, that's about all for now. The time on this shit is so fucked up and I can't figure out how to fix it. It's really 8:46 on August 31'st.
She calls at seven thirty, wants to talk about her boyfriend one last time. Mom and Dad are fighting in the background; shattered glass cuts through red wine. I said 'I don't know that I'm right, but I know that you're wrong.'
- Cass
