"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;"
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;"
Macbeth (V, v, 19)
So, why am I spouting off Shakespeare all of a sudden? No reason, really. That quote is simply summing up my life so far. How so, you ask? Why, I may sum up my life like this: Nothing is really happening that is exciting.
Now, I can hear the voices saying, "So, if you're life's not exciting right now, why bother writing about it?". Ah, very good- very astute. Frankly, I know it's not exciting but it's still my life. I need to put it down. Secondly, it's not all boring. Thirdly, I haven't written in a while and I need to stretch my writing skills and make sure they're still up to par.
Now, Friday... Ok, I admit. Friday was exciting. I had Teen Night and that was a blast. I can't deny how slap-happy and downright giddy (often times stupidly so) I get when Teen Night comes nearer. It only happens once a month, on the third Friday. Last Teen Night was just as good as the last. Michael even helped me out with RE4, and I really appreciated it. Yeah, I'm starting to think I'm a n00b at the blasted thing- but I swear, I'll beat it. I've got to (for my sanity's sake).
But now that Teen Night is over, I realize how dull my life is becoming. As all teenagers nearing adulthood do, I've been having frequent verbal sparring matches with my parents more and more. We don't see eye-to-eye these days, and our stubborn bull horns are ramming against each others'. It's over petty situations, or unnoticed viewpoints. Whatever the case, I can't help but have this nagging little voice chime up in the back of my head. In a sing-song voice it trills, "I can't WAIT to get out of here". Yeah, I'm seriously wanting to fly the coop, and yet I know that won't happen for a while.
School's starting soon. Normally I would get depressed at going back. This year, since I'm a highschool graduate, I don't really have to feel the anxiety of going back to the realm of cliques, unruly pranksters and the hordes of home work dangled in front of our eyes (glazed over with fatigue, I assure you). A few of my friends return to school, while some of my other graduated friends move onto college. I'll be joining them in a year. I've got things worked out with Cincinnati State, and I sent my transcript over and everything.
I'm going to college. Period. My friends and half my family are freaking out, and I understand. They think I'm not going. Hell, would I be that stupid as to not go? In today's society, you have to have some second form of education. I don't care what it is, you need something to survive today's ungodly economy and work force. I keep telling them my plans, but I don't think a lot are listening. It frustrates me a tad, but like I said, I can understand where they're coming from. I just have to sort things out on my own.
On a happier note, it seems my half-sister, Barb, will be coming down in a few weekends. Of course, I just found that out tonight as I was wolfing down my late supper. At 9 at night. Yeah. Anyway, the case in point was that she needed time alone from her husband and children to do some sort of vacation crafting session up here.
...I know my sister. I know her pretty well. She's up to something. I think she's going to scope out our bathroom. Earlier she had planned to do a makeover of the bathroom whilst we were inhabiting the hell hole up in Chicago. Uh, sadly, the plan fell through. I would have loved to see mom's face when the bathroom was revealed.
So, yes, I think my sister is up to something. I can't place it, but it's just a feeling. We're two hippy sisters, and we know each other like that back of our hands. Whatever she's up to, I can't wait to see it.
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