artificial-skin

Orientation day today. Realization hits like a subway smacking your forehead (among other things as well, such as the rest of your body, smacking, that is. Because if it just smacked you in the forehead then you would be decapitated. Well, better your whole body to be hit by a subway than just be decapitated by it, I always say.). The summer's fading and it's back to real life once again. Why do the days go by so fast?

[ ] I know how to make a pot of coffee [x] I do my own laundry [x] I can cook for myself [ ] I do my chores after being told once [x] I clean the house for no reason [ ] I always do my homework/work [x] I actually enjoy intellectual conversations [ ] I think politics are exciting! [ ] My parents and grand-parents have better things to say than my peers [x] I show up for school/work everyday unless I'm sick..really sick [ ] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse [x] I've never gotten a ticket [ ] I watch talk shows and point out the incredibility of it all [x] I know what incredibility means with out looking it up [ ] I drink bl

I hate this house. When I'm older I'm going to move far, far away. Like Paris or New York far, far away. And lie underneath the Eiffel Tower every night. And kidnap my grandmother and let her live with me. And not visit San Diego, but if I do, only to visit my brother and his rich ass kids in his mansion. And not have any kids because I'm afraid of continuing the cycle and mess some other child's life. And live in an apartment where the only screaming every night comes from the television. And knives are only used for chopping vegetables. And chicken. And tears will only be out of joy. And pillows will be dry every night. And metros will not