but my stomach was hurting. what the hell everyone? and surprisingly, my parents didn’t badger me about all “my work” (the truth is i have no homework. like, honestly…) that’s not getting finished. anyways.
awake for good now. wanting gingerale. ate some fruit snacks. i like it. :)
i’ll be going grocery shopping soon. i need to get paint pens for… our gatsby invitation project. also. i need an outfit. i can wear what i wore that other time - or scour the city for something. i don’t know. i should find a “cloche” hat….
last night, i had a dream that i went into my room and it was a sort of quiet crime scene. under my mattress was a freshly killed corpse.
my parents told me it was okay, and that i shouldn’t worry about it. they told me to sleep on the bed anyway. i slept on it, unafraid that the body would come back to life, but afraid that i was in such close quarters to death. the body against mine was lumpy. and i saw blood seeping on the floor.
the next day, the corpse was gone, and so was the smell.
C I N D E R E L L A One of your parents is dead. You are expected to do a lot of chores. You love to dress up. You love animals. You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming. Your mom is really strict. You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you. You’re afraid to speak your mind sometimes. You have left your shoes at a friend’s house before. You have blonde hair. Total: 2.5
B E L L E You’ve kissed someone your friends didn’t like. You’ve been lost in the forest. You love to read. You are not shy at all, and not afraid to speak your mind. One of your family members is a bit weird. You have done volunteer work. You have a wild imagination. You love to take care of people in need. You’ve had guys like you only because they think you’re pretty. You’ve rejected at least one person when they’ve asked you out. Total: 6
J A S M I N E Your dad is very rich/important. You are very clever. You’ve been with someone way different from you. You’re unique and different from everyone else. You’d never marry someone just because they were rich. You have set a lot of goals for yourself. You don’t have a lot of friends. You’re independent. You are wealthy. Your parents try to control your life. Total: 6
A R I E L Your parents expect a lot from you. You really try to follow the rules, but it’s hard for you. You’re a bit of a trouble maker. You’re the youngest in your family or in the last two. You have a lot of sisters (three or more). You collect something. You have/had long hair. You have/had a pet fish. You’re extremely curious. You believe everything people tell you/you’re a bit gullible. Total: 5
S N O W W H I T E You know that you’re beautiful. Sometimes it seems like your mom is jealous of you. You’ve almost been killed. You have at least seven good friends. You’ve had food poisoning. You have/had short hair. You get along with almost everyone. All of your friends are different. You love to have a good time. You’re happier when you’re out of the house than in. Total: 4
M U L A N You can be a tomboy sometimes. People wish you could be a bit more girly. You’ve pretended to be someone you’re not. You’ve had a physical fight with someone. You have/had considered running away from home. Your parents try to plan your life out. A lot of your friends are boys. You sometimes find yourself in bad situations. You love your family so much that you’d do anything to protect them. Total: 5
A U R O R A You live/have lived with someone other than your parents. You almost died at a very young age. You are gentle, loving and/or thoughtful. You have a decent singing voice. You like to sleep in late on the weekends. You spend most of your time outside, or try to do so. You’re adopted. You’re very romantic. Pink is one of your favorite colors. Total: 2
P O C H A H O N T A S You love to walk around and explore big cities. You are more spiritual than religious. You’ve been in an interracial relationship. One of your family members is dead (mum, dad, sister, brother, grandma, grandpa). Your parents are very protective of you. Someone you know has been in war. You love nature. You have/had black hair. You would love to move somewhere exotic and beautiful. You’re very adventurous. Total: 7
Saturday Morning: Wake up 6:30AM for SAT - i hope that went well, i finished every section, at least.
Sunday Morning: Wake up 6:42AM for Mock Trial practice - fell asleep at the stand. not really. but i mean, might as well.
Monday Morning: Wake up at 6:00AM for HELL.
yesterday i hung out with sophie. ran into julia at the mall-or-ama. i bought a teal dress. it’s lace seran wrap. school will most likely disapprove. but i don’t care.
we had fun. ate at steak and shake. went back to her house. she died on the bed. haha.
horrible night that night - only you know why - but now it’s over. actually, not it’s not. BUT it’s okay because im in my room. in my favorite sweatpants. with the heater. i had waffle house. chocolate chip waffles and hashbrowns - ‘covered and chunked’ for those of you who know the waffle house hashbrown lingo.
this was short. and not very interesting BUT. sometimes sophie likes to read her own name, isn’t that right, sophie?
interesting? exciting? worth while to read? perhaps not to you.. but i feel it is necessary to document every social activity i participate in, given the fact that it is very possible i may not be participating in much more for a while. that is, if my father has it his way.
everyone knows i only do like, one thing a weekend. under his constant supervision. reeeediculous. why, i practically had to fight him tooth and nail to get out of the house for a few hours today. as my parents would say, the whole ordeal was “an uphill battle.”
"study SAT!" he spat. once in the car, he ventured to ask me, "So what work have you dont thus far?" i didn’t answer. sometimes silence is its own form of protest. *sigh*
butttt once i finally got to sophie’s house, my monotonous existence took a turn for the better. we talked, changed, and drove to moe’s southwest grill. i realized i had only $3.00 and an urban outfitters giftcard in my possession. so as any kind friend would, sophie offered to pay for the two of us. i tried to return the favor (or 1/4 of the favor) by buying us each a chocolate chip cookie. 2 for 1 dollar.
we headed to lenox - in less than favorable conditions, mind you - and urb’s was our only stop. sophie had babysitting at 5:30, and we left the mall around 5:00. of course she was late. abby was at SAT practice and iiiiiiiiiii was um, extra baggage? haha. xenia, thankfully called just as we were pulling up to children-to-be-babysat’s house and so i was dropped off there.
returned our numerous calls, abby phoned to ask what xenia and i were up to. she asked if we wanted to go to the mall. a second round? sure, why not! i agreed and called my dad, thinking how simple it would be for him to pick me up from lenox at 7pm (our previously agreed time) but of course… his response was No. i pleaded. “dad… i don’t hang out with my friends but once every weekend..” he remained firm. “dad, don’t you remember winter break? i only went out with xenia and maya that one time. i really truly don’t ask you for a lot…” and still. the verdict remained.
SO. we called abby (xenia and i) and told her that we’d be staying in. how nice of xenia really. to stay with her dear friend nicolio on her day off of work. we engaged in an episode of Teen Mom (apparently xenia’s guilty pleasure) and made chicken nuggets and chips&salsa.
abby and anastasiya then came over. clock struck 7 and i left. i headed for the driver’s seat, but my dad didn’t feel like switching and so i was again the lame passenger. we ate dinner. at the mall. not lenox. but northlake. stil though. do you see the futilty? i shopped around. got a few things. i have a few purchases to show for today. in total i am pleased with my outing. thought you should know. in case my social life deteriorates forever. i want some written proof that i once had friends.
Listening to: Sleepy Head, Passion Pit (oh, how nice)
"Every other day, every other day, Every other day of the week is fine, yeah But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes You can find me cryin’ all of the time”
remember that tune, kids?
i was dreading monday (today). eventhough i went to bed at 10:30 and recieved a whole 7.5 hours of sleep, i awoke with a huge and resentful chip on my shoulder. but it wasn’t so bad. but have a cut on the back of my ankle though. and i slipped on ice a total of four times. well. three. the second time was on my way to the bathroom. “heh” for any of you who witnessed the elaborate skid.
report cards today. i was dreading that aspect of this monday the most (you see i narrowly avoided to distribution of report cards friday with the whole ‘no school’ deal and now it was catching up with me) BUT it wasn’t so bad. IN FACT i was expecting kind of worse. kind of.
Listening to: Monday Monday, the Mamas & the Papas
whether the weather will answer our adolescent wishes, no one can be sure. we can only hope.
that tomorrow afternoon, a great meteorological hell will break lose. and our otherwise condemned souls will be be unbound from the chains of school the next day. a wonderful friday it will be. to sleep in.
funny though. for me to complain about school i’ve only been in two days now.
p.s. thank God for our APAH substitute. and our Lit subsitite. Thank you both, Ms. Cross and Ms. Nappo. making school a little easier on me… (:
Aidan did not awake in his bed. He did not awake surrounded by the four blue walls of his bedroom. He did not awake to the familiar smell of the chocolate chip pancakes his mother made every Sunday morning, or to the faint hum of his father’s cello. He did not awake to the sectioned sunlight that poured through the slats of his blinds, or to the ventilated warm air that swept across his face, warming his body against the bitter January cold. He did not awake to any of the familiarities he’d grown accustomed to his ten years of living.
Instead, Aidan awoke under a blanket of green. His eyelids fluttered open as beads of warm water dropped from hovering, green canopies and onto his face. It smelled like lilacs and cinnamon. He rose to his feet and realized he was still wearing his pajamas; brown, boring and button-downed.