I am free from your hatred, I've parted from the part that I participated in

nydolls1973's picture

Here is my day.
I got up between 1:30 and 2. I look at French websites. I waited for my mom to come back from work so I could get coffee. I was quite depressed at this time. And tired. Like the summer always brings. So, she came back finally and I got coffee from sheetz. It cost 5¢ more than I thought it would. I pissed a LOT of people off on the roads today.
1. At a stoplight, I, turning, was supposed to yield to the other side. Which I did for 5 seconds, but when the lady was obviously not going, I turned. While turning, I THEN saw her start to move.
2. At sheetz, I tried getting into a parking space, then saw a car barrelling toward me, so I had to swerve and do some maneuvering to get into another space. Crooked. AND I got a Look from that old bitch driving, besides.
3. I was super pissed at this time. So, in sheetz, when some guy looked like he was trying to get past the line, I let him go, but then he turned out to only want to stand behind me in line! And I felt stupid. But at least the guy called me ma'am. GASP oh that was exciting.

I signed up for a penpal site and got literally about 40 replies. I was expecting maybe 2. Most of them were illiterate or 30, so I only wrote back to maybe 5. Yet they keep coming.

I called Burger King, where I was basically guaranteed a job, and they didn't answer. So I left a message saying "I was wondering if you read my application. You can call me at..." Was that wrong?
In my defense, I've never had a SUCCESSFUL job call-back.

I was not free from hatred today. Nor was I free from the hatred from two goddamm mosquitoes, which I believe came in with my cat, who decided to sit directly behind me.
I was thinking about school. It's a prison. Like the Sex Pistols song. But when you're in 12th grade, you can't exactly be rebellious anymore so I have to deal with it.
It can't be as bad as summer though. *throws up*
I had a school dream a couple of days ago in which I was being my old 14 year old DXM-romancing self. It was fun. But it scared me.
I remember 9th grade. I felt like a drunk most of the time. And yet strangely at peace.
Whereas now, I'd be panicked out of my freaking gourd if anything like that occurred to me again. I can hardly handle coffee. If it affects my balance and/or vision, I say no.
Then I say I wish.

I think I grew this summer. Horizontally! haha! But really. At least I'm not into any women and hopefully won't be cos I have to concentrate on school this year.
How boring.
And yet, strangely peaceful.


haNa's picture

DXM loving self? Ha. Drunk?

DXM loving self? Ha. Drunk? Sounds like me.

What penpal site? That sounds really cool.

I'm sorry you're having a bad summer. Feel better.


nydolls1973's picture

yep we could have been

yep we could have been friends when I was 13/14...
it's studentsoftheworld.info; I don't know if that's right or not, it's what was at the bottom of the 40 response emails I got.
et après tu chantes pour les saisons, tu chantes à toi-même
tu danses dans l’aube quand le soleil se lève