RUMORS, RUMORS.

Perhaps, I will have such a great day at work tomorrow. You know, the one that makes you not want to quit your job. Hell, I don’t want to quit my job. Of course, customers get on my nerves and whatnot, but I really don’t want to quit. I don’t have to work a lot, my coworkers are cool, and they schedule around my schedule.

It seems like I am the new webmaster for the Newspaper club’s website. It’s cool, but they want me to stay after school to work on it. Not only am I not sure what after school bus I am supposed to take. (I think it’s three.) I also have to stay after school. Being at school longer than you have to sucks. It’s like staying at work after your shift is over. I’d rather just be sitting around at home thinking of what to do but never actually doing something. You might call it laziness, but why can’t I do nothing if I want to do nothing? It’s cheap, easy, no-hassle relaxation.

So, I did that work thing from ten to six. I was on the register from 10-2. Then, I was grocer whore stocker from two thirty to six. I actually like to do the milk, which is tight. THIGHGHHGHTIHG

THIGHGHGIHT

TIGHTHTHTHGHGHT
GANGSTA

Why is the only misspelled word the last ramble over the word tight.

Weird spellcheck.

Besides that, I moved more stuff into my dungeon room in the basement.

It’s so dark that when I go upstairs it burns my eyes even in the middle of the night.

That’s definitely a winner.

Too bad there is no bathroom down here.

Ugh.

I’m sick of being sick. I felt terrible today.

Lack of Updates today.

Well, I moved into the basement today, so there was a lack of new poems and other content.  I didn’t feel well enough to go to the Newspaper club meeting, so I just went home. I had to force myself to eat today. It just wasn’t working for me. I don’t feel like doing periods 1-7 tomorrow. Especially, since I have lab. Oh well, I can always write poems or something. I also did the extra credit problem for math, but I don’t think I got it correct. It was really long, and I didn’t feel like checking my homework. I’m so worn out, and I didn’t do anything today. Damn this sickness. Hopefully I feel better tomorrow. I can’t even use proper grammar right now. GRAMMAR TIME. Haha. I hit you kids with that one. Sigh. I did revise “Monster” which is now called “In Your Hotbed” (I think.) I should be doing something, but I really don’t know how to get my hands or legs or arms or feet or mouth to function properly. Where is Ashley? ARGH I want to talk to her about current events. I got an interview for Journalism done, but I don’t know how I am gonna get the rest as I was supposed to get some of them done after school. I just couldn’t seem to take it.
I look forward to what tomorrow brings. Or something to that effect. Who knows? I think I am just gonna ramble on about nothing. I want to write. I’m hungry yet can’t eat. Chua said I was peaceful today. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?

Ahh.

I want to write it all down. I want to tell you everything. I won’t. You can’t hear. Your ears weren’t made to hear it. Everything and nothing at all. I’m just some kid. Hell, I’m almost eighteen. Everything is changing. Why? Why do I have these feelings? Nothing and everything. Someday, I will write a book and explain it to you. I’m far too young. Far too different.

Oh never mind. I sort of like to make it sound like my life is more interesting than I write it to be, but it really isn’t. Or perchance it really could be.

I don’t care if I wasn’t meant to take the pen in my hand. Damn it, I will. I don’t care about the money. Why would such matters concern me?

I’m probably really confusing you readers.

You’ll understand some day. You’ll be at my side. I’ll even fall in love, if even for the first time.

You know, my brain is on hold right now.

I think I am gonna go before I spurt out any more not intelligent words.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ says the fan.

I woke up from the long slumber and didn’t really feel like doing anything. I could have stood up by the alarm clock all day. The only thing that moved me forward was creative writing. I suppose it doesn’t help that I didn’t work today or tomorrow or Thursday. I propelled my legs through the air and put on my birthday suit. Oh, I meant got naked as I like to call my baths. Well, the water was burning my skin, so I just sort of slid inside, and it felt so good. I got dressed to the Pokerap as that is usually on after getting naked. I put on my rad Gumby shirt. Which brings me to the topic that kids in America can be raised under a rock if they don’t know what Gumby is. Anyway, I’m rambling as I like to do especially when I’m half asleep even though I am not tired whatsoever. I put my ears into my headphones. Yeah, that was sdrawkcab on purpose. I hopped on the bus and listened to some more Thermals. “A stare like yours is hard to find.” Anyway, I jumped off and scurried to my locker where I input my combination 2-2-222-222-22-22-2 Well, actually that’s not even close as we only use three different numbers, but anyway. I grabbed my clothes for P.E. and proceeded to enjoy my P.E. class more than life itself. Maybe, if I was ridonkulous for the day. We have a run day tomorrow. Lame. I can’t run that early in the day. Hell, I can’t run anytime of the day. I’m just too lazy. Maybe, if someone was in trouble, but not in some physical class. I’d rather take another academic. Well, I say that now. I probably still would.  I sat through Physics with my eyes desperate for the clock to whisper that it was time to go. I just can’t seem to enjoy listening to something being repeated for forty five minutes.

I had to go to the library for some college thing for third period, so I got to skip the quiz. I really have no idea what’s on the quiz, so hopefully I do well on it tomorrow. Fourth period I rewrote some of my bike poem. It’s so much more amazing now.

Fifth period we did math stuff!

Sixth period I finished writing the rewrite of the bike poem.

Seventh period we did vocabulary.

Eighth period we had the whole group things and I showed the kids my website and other random stuff. Read some of my poems and whatnot.

Ninth period I was ready to kill myself. Oh, we don’t have a ninth period.

I actually like eighth period quite a bit, so that ninth period was actually a lie, except sometimes like Fridays when I am getting ready to go to work.

Then I came home and did absolutely nothing. Well, I wrote a poem. But, just one. I am gonna write more tomorrow.

I just want Master Cheif to throw a grenade at one of the prophets and then die in a Blaze of Glory esque manner.

Well, I did that whole school thing yet again. Then, I went home and wrote a story, and some poems, and I’m trying to get better at writing, because I don’t show enough images, and whatnot.

Anyway, I don’t feel like writing about my day. Tomorrow I will write more about my day.

It’s so hard to refrain from revising my poem. I am totally going to rewrite the whole thing, as me trying to rhyme didn’t work all the way.

I hope that I can start talking to Miss Salvatore more about my writing. I’m sure she would be more help than everyone just saying my writing is good even though it isn’t.

The Day’s Only Clear For a Second.

I worked 10-6 today. 10-130 was on register, and 2-6 was grocery. Mike faked sick and went home early. I did the milk most of my grocery time. I didn’t really do anything worth talking about at work. I did write some more poems, though. They are in the poem section.

To entertain you kids, I leave something very important to hear. Well, other than my OW/YM ramblings.

Link.

Our Work is Never Over.

I got up at eight. Well, I did. Then, I walked up to my alarm clock. I changed the alarm to go off at nine.

So, I went back to sleep.

Then, I woke up again at nine. I was more tired than I was when I got up at eight. It sounds odd, but this happens to me often.

I got naked again. (I seem to do that a lot.)

I ate some Honeycombs. This wasn’t while I was naked, though. I did my laundry and left for work.

I clocked in, put my stuff in the back, and then went on register eight. Register eight doesn’t work properly. Well, I guess it works as properly as the other registers do, as all of them have something wrong with them.

What’s wrong with register eight?

Well, someone got something stuck in the belt a while back and it had to be repaired. They put one of the switches on backwards. So, you have to press it the other way. It’s really odd. You’d expect electricians to know what they are doing.

I did that for two hours. Only two hours. Those two hours were longer than the rest of the day, though.

After the two hours of pain I took my first break. I went and sat down listening to some classical tunes such as “No Culture Icons.” That’s music made in hours of sweaty garages!

I stocked some stuff such as formula and the homophone of my last name.

I did the milk. I love doing the milk. No customers. It’s freezing in there. It’s so awesome.

Oh, I did score a drink for 19 cents. That was pretty cool.

I did eventually go home. I went upstairs and started playing la guitarra.

I did write three poems so far. I might write some more.

I can’t play anything as my room in the basement is being built.

Perhaps, in a week I can.

Other than that….

Well, I was gonna leave some parting comment.

A giant fist is out to crush us.

I felt dead this morning. Hell, I feel dead now. I was sick yesterday. I took a nap, but whenever I take a nap I can’t get to sleep that night. I got about a total of two hours of sleep last night. I’m sorry if I’m not making any sense. I should be asleep. I probably will go to sleep. Maybe, I won’t sleep again. I don’t think I can last much longer before I pass out.

I’m gonna be podium.

Neal got a bad shop. Yeah, I guess they thought my name was Neal.

I blame it on Jason. He never stops running his mouth.

Gazing into your eyes.

Yeah, I can write without looking.

School…. Yeah.

Two tests. A quiz. I thought all three were easy, but I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

I’m looking forward to hearing what people say about my poem.

I wrote the questions for everyone I am interviewing.

I made a ton of cranes today. Well, probably 10. But, my whole day was School-Work-now.

I got home at 10:40.

Ugh.

I really wonder sometimes.

A chance would be wonderful.

Sleep.

I hate sleeping. Yeah, it feels good, but I could be doing something more important.

I suppose without sleep it would get boring more quickly. But, I could work more hours and still have enough time for stuff.

Who knows.

13/15. Yeah, that’s right kids. One more week.

I wonder when Leopard comes out.

Hopefully I can write something that makes a little more sense tomorrow.

Here I am. Stop, and go. In your eyes…

I felt so sick this morning. I still went to school anyway, though. I got ready and went to the bus stop. On the bus I listened to The Body, The Blood, The Machine, the newest cd by the Thermals. I have been listening to it a lot lately. It’s rather good. I went to P.E. after grabbing my clothes, but my stomach was killing me. I dressed out and sat in my squad line. We had to walk around the track for run day. It was good, because I didn’t really feel like playing tennis, but I also didn’t want to run. So, I did that. I felt the whole time like I was gonna ralph.

After I changed back into my clothes I went to Physics. I got a 90 instead of a 98. He couldn’t read my handwriting. I suppose that’s my fault. We started going over the next chapter. We have a test on the first chapter tomorrow. I really have no clue what it’s on. I really wasn’t paying attention about it.

In third period we had to figure out what was on our backs and then draw it. I thought she said it was only parts of a computer, so it took me a long time to figure out what it was. I did that and ate some kisses.

In Journalism my partner started editing some of the footage we got yesterday, since he didn’t feel like working with me on making an intro. We are gonna interview people at the next meeting, so that’s good. I don’t know a good place to interview them, though. The studio is closed after school.

In Precalc we got our quizzes back. I got a hundred. We have a test tomorrow. If it’s anything like the quiz I should get a good grade.

In lunch I just sat around. I had all the work I needed done. I think in Journalism I will write all the interview questions, so I have something to do.

In seventh period we talked more about epics and how Beowulf is an epic.

Eighth period we were in the computer lab, but I already had stuff done, so I talked to the kid that sits behind me, Brianna, Mrs. Clower, Plunkett, and Miss Salvatore.

Tomorrow should be good.

When I got home I started watching the Xfiles movie, but I went up to my room and took a nap a little bit after it started. I woke up, ate dinner, and here I am now.

Talking about me behind my back must sure be fun!

All the futuristic landscapes shaped like today but just a few days later.

School…

I really don’t know what to think about school sometimes. I know it’s a big waste of time, but I must finish. It’s surprising that life rides on something so trivial. I know I have to do it, but I really wonder why it has to be this way. At least I found a class worth going to.

Anyway, I woke up to the buzz of my alarm clock. I got dressed after that nice naked shower. No, I didn’t spike any horses today, either. I did wish Julian a happy birthday. As I left out the door I wasn’t really focussed on anything worth discussing. I’m sure you know how well the brain works when you first get up. I sat at the bus stop waiting for it to come, but yet I didn’t feel like standing up and getting inside when it finally did. I did finally manage to summon up enough energy and I got into the nice long yellow bus. Yeah, I too wonder why I don’t get one of the cooler short buses. I did that whole sitting thing until someone asked if they could sit with me. I slid over. I was rocking out to Harry and the Potters. Well, more like sitting there listening hoping that there is some reason I get to skip periods 1-7.

I usually take my iPod out of my ears before going inside the school, but I decided to listen all the way to my gym locker after visiting my upstairs D-wing locker. We did that whole “Tennis” thing again, but were interrupted with a fire drill. When that was over I headed to Physics where we talked about doing labs, and my teacher was talking like I never did labs like he likes before when I have actually been doing the same work for labs since I was in all honors classes in seventh grade.

We watched the most amazing anti-pirating video ever in third period. “Don’t Copy that Floppy.” It was a full fledged rap video battling against the never-ending struggle against pirating in 1992. Yeah, they had raps against pirating in 1992. Amazing!

In fourth period I went insane as both of my groups were doing nothing. You see, this would probably also be one of the classes I look forward to in the day, but my grade is already going to be massacred this early in the year. I am working on two different projects right now, yet the kids in both won’t help. I know nothing about editing or filming the way they want to film. It’s also very hard, if not impossible, to do an interview without someone helping tape. So, I had this extra project to do, yet the guy in my other group hasn’t been doing anything and he doesn’t even have an extra project. I’m so disappointed in these slackers.

We had a quiz in Fifth period. It was really easy. I think I got a hundred unless she can’t see that I didn’t feel like erasing one of my answers, since I just boxed my choices for answers.

In lunch I just sat and wrote another poem. I like it. It’s in the poems section on my site. I hope I did it right, maybe I wasn’t supposed to include the crane.  Either way, I think I am gonna keep it that way on my site even if I have to change it for the class.

In seventh period I handed in my awesome Beowulf autobiography story. We got our Vocabulary books and we split into groups I wrote down two words, made sentences, and drew pictures as examples.

Eighth period we just sat around and talked. I read the kid behind me’s poem. It was pretty good. It didn’t include any cranes in it, so that’s where I thought I did mine wrong. I guess I will find out tomorrow.

I stayed after school for the Newspaper club, but we really didn’t get anything done for Journalism, my partner left in the middle of it, I missed my bus, and sat outside for a long time waiting for a ride. I don’t want to drop that class, but I really hope this doesn’t hurt my grade too much.

We went out to eat. It was really fantastic.

If only you knew.