It seems that when it rains it pours. And you know the rain won't last forever -- and you know the storm won't always blow.. but if the sun don't shine forever YOU'VE GOTTA' LET IT GO.
I should not be writing right now. I should not even be awake right now. Iíve got to get up in a mere eight hours to get to an English class.
My summer daily routine is as follows: My alarm goes off at 6:55 AM each morning so that I can press the snooze button. I roll out of bed twenty minutes later, rummage through my pile of clothes on the floor and perform a smell test, slip into my Jesus-inspired Sandals, and yell for my kid sister to lock the front door as I slam it shut. My second test of the day starts now..
Every morning before I walk across my lawn I have to check for the mean-mugging bunnies who populate my neighborhood. I usually feign bravado and power walk my way to my car, then drive to my first class.
The kids there are innocuous enough. Rather than don one of my usual school facades, I sit in the back of the class and occasionally carry on a conversation with the girl beside me(during the rare occasions that weíre both awake.)
Iíve developed a few facades back in San Antonio. Around my peers Iím social, but not quite loquacious. When Iím near a teacher/dean/president Iím not familiar with, Iíd try to shy away from hubris as much as possible -- so much so that my flirtation with self-deprecation was commonly identified by people apt at reading others. Iím usually a different person once I get back to my apartment, though. Every time Iíd step off of the bus and cross the threshold into my bedroom, I close the door, look myself in the mirror, and thank God that Iíve found my respite for the time beingÖ and hid. I hid from my increasingly annoying roommates ( they werenít really annoying.. Or mean, or bad, or anything. I loathed both of them for merely existing around me for about a month. ), I hid from my acquaintances, ( I had/have no one I consider a friend in San Antonio. Frankly, I can think of only three people -- and thatís stretching it -- who I consider a friend. ) I hid from myself, too.
But now Iím back in my home town and Iím loving it for the most part. I get to spend day after day with the most important person in my life: my little sister. Even though Iím not in San Antonio, I still canít wait to get home in the evenings those are the times that I get to spend with her, Anh, my mother, and Jack Mccoy.
You're back in Texas? » Nuttz
on 2008-06-24 04:29:48
Love me some Jack McCoy. » Chloefoxx
on 2008-06-24 12:33:01
Eh, we all do that. I used to think "oh noes I'm so two-faced for acting differently around certain people" but now I realize it's just a way to get along with all kinds of personalities.
Haha sounds like you live in a nice neighborhood » The-Muffin-Man
on 2008-06-24 02:38:10
How can you call Mr. McCoy heartless??? Blasphemy!!! » Chloefoxx
on 2008-06-24 02:39:31
McCoy and Dagmar would melt each other's hearts! » Chloefoxx
on 2008-06-24 03:33:34
Not enough McCoy.
I've never watched it regularly but I've seen one or two episodes. » Chloefoxx
on 2008-06-24 04:03:32
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