Thursday, November 16, 2006
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Life kinda sucks right about now. If being crazy means getting what you want, being crazy sounds nice right now. If you're crazy you can have plenty of friends, nobody can talk behind your back, nobody can say you're ugly, because they're mops and brooms and stuffs. They don't get offended and you can say whatever the hell you want, and they'll just smile back and say, "Uh huh, yeah? Ohh really?" And if you need light you can ask the sun to come up, and the stars to shine brighter a little, and they will, just for me. And I can have this nice comfortable room with padded walls and ceilings, and I can just laze about anywhere I want to, without having to fear whacking my head on the hard corner of the wall. I won't miss my friends because they will come to visit me and tell me about school. Ohh, and of course if I'm crazy I don't have to worry about maths and all. But I can still read Macbeth, can't I? No, I can make the broom read Macbeth to me and explain to me exactly what it means so I don't have to interpret it myself. I can make the mop dim the lights so I can listen to Macbeth until I fall asleep. I'll get the stars to wink to me and tell me everything is alright.I can get the mop to read to me in the mornings and the broom to sing to me at night. And the lights to talk to me in the evenings when I'm having dinner. And just before I sleep and before the Macbeth story starts, I'll complain to everyone there in the room with me about how much maths sucks. (Which is why I'm not studying about it anymore, see?)And then maybe some days I would be bored and start some sort of shouting communication thing, maybe. Like yell to the person in the cell next door, and she will tell me all about what goes on in her room, how her mop and broom friends are holding up, how well everybody is treating her, how good it is that she doesn't have to study anymore... And I'll say the same thing. I'll tell her everything is alright and how the broom reads Macbeth to me...And I can sing Britney Spears songs with them. And they'll like it.By the by. I forgot my subject combination. I looked at it and went, "Screw it," and didn't bother looking anymore. So now I have to go back and look again. How sucky is that? I don't want to go to school anymore. Life won't be too good when school starts.I was under the impression that holidays were to be enjoyed.
| so spoken! @ 11:21 PM|
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