Miki

November Sixth Two Thousand and Fourteen

Today started out just like any other morning in my house does. I don't normally sleep more than three or four hours at night, so I'm usually awake by five thirty. I lounge around and relax in bed, reflecting on my dreams (in the cases that I have one), and thinking about the day to come. Six thirty rolled around and I was NOT in the mood to get out of my warm blanket nest I had made for myself. Ten more minutes came and went before I finally decided it was time to get into the shower. I took in all of the hot steam while reflecting all of the important debates that everyone should have while taking a shower (there's a good possibility I won several arguments that, in the past, I had lost). Immediately after exiting the shower, rapping up in a towel, and strolling to my bedroom I texted V (Valentine) the same thing I text her every morning. "Mornin' Bro". She replied with "Mornin'". I slowly continued to get dressed, while texting V. Gosh she makes me laugh! So, this morning, it was "snowing". By snowing, I really mean chunky white rain that doesn't stick to the ground. Mathew, V's brother, was throwing an absolute hissy fit because there was "snow on the ground", so V wasn't allowed to drive her car to school. She drives a bright yellow 2001 Saturn SC2. It has no traction, so she doesn't drive in when there is snow on the ground. (Did I mention that Mathew is still trying to figure out his sexual orientation? His voice is a little like the Queen Bee's), yeah, it's like nails on a chalk board. I accidently make fun of his voice in front of him. Oops! Anyways, V "always gets her way". Okay, it's her car, so she should be able to have her way. She's the one who has to drive it. She could make you ride the bus! V is texting me all of this, until she finally lets me know that she left her house. She picks me up every day even though I live like eight blocks away from school. From the minute she texts me I have approximately thirteen minutes. That means that I'm way behind! I'm still in a towel! I immediately jump into action and sprint through the house. When she finally pulls up to my house, I'm done with my hair, have my shoes on, have my books in a pile, and have one eye completely made up and the other with absolutely no make-up on it. I go Olympic speed to finish my one eye of make-up, when I realize that I have no idea where my glasses are. I sprint around my house some more, and run down stairs. I almost step on my glasses when I discover them... On the ground!!!!! I slip them on my face being cautious of my new cartilage piercing which I now believe to be infected. I run back up the stairs and grab my books. I also have a cup full of apple apple cherry juice. Yes, there are supposed to be two apple's there. Don't question my juices. Ever. I grab my apple apple cherry juice and toast, and what do you know, my toast lands on the ground and is attacked like a beef roast would have been by two lions in the African Safari, but instead it was my toast being attacked by my dog, Minnie, and my granny's dog, Tramp. Yes, that's an interesting name. They also had a dog named Lady, but she recently passed away. So now we are left with a Tramp. It's always interesting introducing that dog to a group of my friends. They always get a good laugh out of it. We are dog-sitting because my grandparents are on another one of their great adventures. So after my breakfast was eaten by the savage beasts, I sprinted out to the car to enjoy Mathew's glaring at me because we will be "late" to school. No one should want to get to school more than a half an hour early. We get there with a half an hour to waste. I don't complain. I normally finish my homework, to be honest. Band came and went like usual. I am learning to play the euphonium, which is a fancy term for a baritone with three valves instead of four. Then in history class, we have a bad class. Half of the class talks constantly, and doesn't turn in their homework, so finally our teacher had had enough, and started to give people assigned seats. This was a first in our class. Of course, I was the first person he moved, because I don't talk in class. Hardly ever, anyways. So I moved over and was sitting between two people who are my "best friends in the whole entire world!". Umm.. no. Then he moves three more people. .My two female enemies! I absolutely despise them. They happen to be best friends, and they got to sit next to each other. Now I'm surrounded by four people. I hate them all. Why me?!? Finally, half way through class, the teacher stopped and asked if I wanted a friend because I looked miserable. I was literally so thrilled! Now I had to, in front of the class, choose someone else to sit by me starting tomorrow. Who do I choose?? My first instinct was to say Emmet, but I didn't know if he would want to come and sit with me, because he was already sitting with like 4 of his other friends. I said his name anyways, since he wouldn't move until tomorrow, so I could talk to him about it during homeroom or lunch. Other than that, nothing too traumatic happened in history. In algebra, however, we had a fire drill. I love the cold weather, so short sleeves and snow didn't bother me, but what did bother me, was all of the scrawny anorexic chicks who were complaining about it. Like no. Go eat a taco and come back later. Once the fire drill was over, we got new lunch schedules because it's the beginning of the new quarter. Luckily mine didn't change, and even more lucky, I got even more friends to have lunch with! I discussed the seating with Emmet, and he was totally fine with it, which made me super extatic, but then I realized that I had to go to my new class, which just so happened to be another art class. Ewe!!!! But hey, in this class, I get to learn how to be a certified old person and knit and sew! Okay, I already know how to do those things, but it's still kind of a drag. Our first project is on fashion in the 1950's. Um, no thank you. I have the fashion sense of a three year old. To put it quite blatantly, I match perfectly every day. Not so much. This one guy has been trying to drop the class since the beginning of the year, and he sat there the whole class playing Where's Waldo, and cussing about not wanting to be in the class. At one point, he couldn't find Waldo, so he asked the teacher to help him find Waldo, and the teacher with no delay joined right in and helped him find Waldo. He continued playing Where's Waldo until he passed the game throughout homeroom. I finished my English homework, like usual. I always do my English homework in homeroom because I usually fall asleep in the middle of doing it. I often fall asleep texting Chuck too. After homeroom I went to the dreaded English, and we started presenting our finals. Personally, I don't think it's right to make people present their final exams to the class, but whatever, because as soon as the day was over, I got to go with V into Shawano and spend some time with Chuck. It was so much fun! I love spending time with him. It doesn't even matter what we do. It always makes my day. I can't stop smiling for like five minutes after I leave his house. After I did leave tonight though, I was talking to V, and she was having a hard time. She told me she was going to cry. Just hearing that she was going to cry made me tear up. V is such an outgoing person. No one should have to go through what she has to go through though. No one. Ever. I got to blow up her phone and post on all of the social Medias that we are a part of, and try to make her happy. Finally she started to get a little better. She still had to do her homework though, which meant that I had to listen to her tell me all about how she doesn't understand her homework. My thinking behind this, is that if you take all advanced classes, you shouldn't complain about them, because you had the choice to take them. On the other hand, I don't mind hearing her complain. She always makes it funny for me to listen to. She procrastinates almost as badly as I do. That's not a good thing. Now is right about the time when I pass out on all of my people. They stay up until obscenely times of the night, but if I did that, I'd get even less sleep than I already do. That probably wouldn't be the best idea, considering the fact that I already almost shank someone every day. Sleep... Sleep.... Sleep.... Yup. Sounds good to me. Okay, sleep well everyone! Its time for. me. to. sleep...