I simply dislike being robotic.
Seriously, all this school routine is making me feel like a wind-up toy. I wake up at the ass-crack of dawn, go to school, come home and do homework for hours, and then sleep, repeat. I feel like I should have a large key in my back or something so that incase I get tired, someone can just crank me up again.
It's just been one of those days.
Maybe it's because Wsb left this morning. I woke up to his goodbye text, and have just been in a funky mood all day. Not so much because of his departure, I'm ok with that, it's more just this ongoing pensiveness sparked by waking up to a goodbye text from a boy I never really thought I'd say goodbye to.
But, there's nothing like a little hair bleach to brighten one's day. My hair's a paler shade of white now. I love it :) Hair bleach really is a wonderful thing.
Big news!! I got a roll of zebra-print duct tape. I repeat for emphasis: zebra fucking duct tape. Most valuable purchase of my life? I think so. C'est magnifique. My AP Language binder has never been so happy in its life.
I feel like tomorrow, I'm going to put in effort. Like, today, I woke up late, went to school in glasses and sweatpants, and came home and procrastinated. Tomorrow, I'm going to look pretty, get my homework done, and be excited about life. Since life is what you make it, I'm going to make tomorrow be a good day in order to make up for this one.
Do you do that? Decide that a day will be good or bad the night before? Maybe I'm just weird like that.
Maybe I'm also feeling a little more optimistic because Fsb just asked if I wanted to go to dinner with him tomorrow night. Like, literally just now.
And he said 'I'll make it worth your while' which my hormone-addled brain has interpreted to mean Imma be getting laid tomorrow night. Consider me perked up.
Julia
Your title was 'Zebra Tape and Future Sex'. I honestly thought that was the name of an indy rock band or something. Turns out your post was about actual zebra tape and actual future sex.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with FSB. He's not subtle, no? In that case, I hope the sex is good ;)
I love the title of this post. It reminds me of how my best friend and I use to send each other these e-mails with subject lines that sounded exactly like this. The one I remember most is "Frozen Rubberbands and Schizophrenic Bunny Rabbits."
ReplyDeleteSorry you didn't have a good day. I have those types of days too.
Whenever I get in bad moods, I just watch some movie I've seen a thousand times and eat a lot of food. It would be a sad thing to watch, but I make sure I'm alone when it happens and usually it works out.
Hope things get better for you.
:( Sorry about your bad day.
ReplyDeleteAt least you have FSB to look forward to! :)