In Ones Good Graces

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After dinner at Grandy's, George drove me back to my apartment and I find myself now laying on my bed and keep starring at the ceiling, "my life's miserable." I mutter to myself and turn to the nightstand, grabbing my phone and heading to my living room. Texting with Maria, whilst turning on my tv, to see if there's anything interesting. But as useful as it may sound, there is nothing.

I groan and drop myself on the ground, face first, off of the sofa and on to the smooth shrouded carpet. I scream and when thats done, I look up to see if anybody's there and obviously, there is no one.

Without a slightest hesitation. I get up on my feat again and head to the kitchen. I scurry through the freezer for ice cream, remembering that I bought Oreo ice cream.

I grab it and a spoon from my drawer and head back to my sofa and coated myself with the most softest and smoothest blanket.

Then the sound of blasting music and bass making the ground tremble. sounding like as if an earthquake is just about to start.

I grunt as I slam my box of ice cream on my glass table and storm out of my apartment and as I'm about to run down the stairs. Smoke and alcohol invades disturbingly and irritatingly my nose. I see teenagers kissing each other, with tongues down their throats. Hands exploring each other's bodies.

My eyebrows pull together in disgust and I immediately look away. Not that I have not done this before with Kyle. It was just a surprise and I basically did not see this coming and by the fact it's kind awkward looking at others doing it, without actually looking like creep.

I grunt in frustration and decide to go back in my apartment and eat my life away with Oreo ice cream.

The loud music is disturbing me frustratingly and all I wanna do right now, is to just storm downstairs and unplug the speakers and shout at them. Anything that involves with them quieting themselves down or leave. But I stay out of it, even though it's a great idea, I don't want to get involved in any conflicts.

With the music still playing. The weight of my eyelids is unbearable and I find myself soon in dream land.

I must have slept through the night on the sofa, because then next thing I know, I am wakened by the good old friend of mine, that I so much don't want to cover with clouds. Note the Sarcasm.

The sun.

It's sending daggers and hitting my eyes, making me flinch and cover the sun with one hand. Trying to fight against and closing my eyes again.

Today I'm going to Austin's Coffee, to see if it's the right choice of work or not.

Without hemming and hawing, I get up off the sofa and walk into my bedroom, to look through my bags of clothes.

I decide to wear black tight jeans. A white t-shirt, thats tugged under my pants at the front. A black leathered jacket and black boots. I do my make up simple, and when I am finished with the last stroke of mascara, I grab my phone on my way out and place it in my favored satchel.

As I'm running down the stairs, I stop mid way, as my eyes stop wondering around the room, when I catch glimpse of bear cans, scattered everywhere on the ground. I lean against the wall and grunt in complete and utter disgust.

I guess that why Anna had such a distant look when I presented her my much favored in the beginning but now regretting the purchase, apartment.