The First Single
"What's the point of going around when it's a straight line?"
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I think I've been semi-happy lately...
So semi that I might just even talk about my day. Like I ever do that.
Like I tended to mention today, I lacked in good judgment. I'd decided a skirt over warmth, even knowing that I'd suffer.
We had a substitute for Spanish, and feeling a little like some efforts and stress had gone to waste, I was still relieved. I recognized her. The same teacher that the students had once referred to as the hung-over, club-going, ...prostitute. The youths are cutthroat.
I had the same, eerie vibe from her. Bird Lady. She shuffled with her hands limp in front of her. Hair of a disobedient stack, and heeled-shoes that, for some reason, bugged the hell out of me.
I spent the rest of the class thinking to myself how to put words in a tangle.
The rest of my day was a glad gloom.
Brunch; They all had haircuts. That really made my day...
When I stepped into Algebra 2, my tingles wouldn't die down. Though I was slightly palm-sweaty about my overall grade. But I startled myself silly when I came to find that I had a B-. I walked out of class grinning.
French is great. Highest grade in class.
Lunch was a blur of many nothing. I ate a muffin like a rabbit. A very sloppy rabbit.
I was even fine being in English.
AM/PM after school with Ace, Dean, and the two Viets. Purchased ice cream happiness and shared with Val and Vanessa.
I speculated the guys' choreograph their dance, but grew restless. So Dean walked me home, glad of his company again.
My show ended. The day was simple.
And I'm feelin' fine.
I guess I just felt like typing.
So semi that I might just even talk about my day. Like I ever do that.
Like I tended to mention today, I lacked in good judgment. I'd decided a skirt over warmth, even knowing that I'd suffer.
We had a substitute for Spanish, and feeling a little like some efforts and stress had gone to waste, I was still relieved. I recognized her. The same teacher that the students had once referred to as the hung-over, club-going, ...prostitute. The youths are cutthroat.
I had the same, eerie vibe from her. Bird Lady. She shuffled with her hands limp in front of her. Hair of a disobedient stack, and heeled-shoes that, for some reason, bugged the hell out of me.
I spent the rest of the class thinking to myself how to put words in a tangle.
The rest of my day was a glad gloom.
Brunch; They all had haircuts. That really made my day...
When I stepped into Algebra 2, my tingles wouldn't die down. Though I was slightly palm-sweaty about my overall grade. But I startled myself silly when I came to find that I had a B-. I walked out of class grinning.
French is great. Highest grade in class.
Lunch was a blur of many nothing. I ate a muffin like a rabbit. A very sloppy rabbit.
I was even fine being in English.
AM/PM after school with Ace, Dean, and the two Viets. Purchased ice cream happiness and shared with Val and Vanessa.
I speculated the guys' choreograph their dance, but grew restless. So Dean walked me home, glad of his company again.
My show ended. The day was simple.
And I'm feelin' fine.
I guess I just felt like typing.
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