1.07.2003
Today was the first day back to school from christmas break. so im sitting there on my bed, (i woke up late of course) and i'm contemplating how i can convince my legs to walk my butt to the shower. well, after about 15 minutes of negotiating, i glance at the clock. its glaring (6:55) back at me. so i fall back down onto my pillow, when suddenly my early morning random thoughts sporadically begin to pop up in my head. "Who
WAS the homo that decided school would begin at 8??" "Why is this country run by early morning people?" "Why can't school be at night, when my nocturnal brain finally begins to reach it's full potential?" "Who in the hell can actually get up this early, and be
happy about it???" ...as if cheesily timed in a soap opera, and in perfect accordance with my brain's morning rants, who other than my brother walks past my door? ...with his neatly tucked in shirt, shellacked hair and books in hand, he's not only got one hell of a bounce in his step, but he's whisteling the "James Bond" theme song. ARGHHHHH. someone shoot me, im begging you. not only will anna have a dead body to smile at, but then i will be able to sleep, for as long as i want, with NO interruptions! i mean, come on, its a win-win situation, and its fun for all ages. as for now, i think ~i'M oUt~
lj [11:03 PM]
