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I'm Tired Of School.

I Dread Each Day I'm There.
I Long To Just Sit At Home And Play Animal Crossing,
Or Waste Time And Feel Content With Myself.

But No, I Have To Go In There, And Dread Each Day, Couting Out The Minutes
Until I Attend A Class Where I Have To Speak Infront Of An Audience, Or Hold Up A Poster.
I Hate It.

Also, Home Economics And Family/Consumer Science Has Become One Of The Classes I Dread.
Give Me A Sharpened Knife, And I'll Become A Chef For You.
Give Me A Machine, And Some Clothes, And An Iron And I'll Gladly Do Your Laundry.
But, Give Me A Needle And Thread, And I'll Hand You Back A Fistful Of Mistakes And A Migrane Headache.
I'm A Terrible Tailor.
I Think I'm A Decent Outfit-Designer, But I Cannot Make The Clothing To Save My Life.

My Friend Josh Wrote Me.
He Seems Well.
He Told Me To Get A Few Songs,
And Things Seem Better Than Before.

My Dog, Sadie, Clawed A Hole Into This Think On My Bed.
Either Way, It Spilled Feathers Everywhere.
I Had To Pick Them All Up, And Then My Dad Became Furious And
Locked Sadie Up. But In An Hour Or Two, He Was Relieved, And She Came Out.
It Seemed A Lot Shorter Than The Claimed 'I'll Lock You Away Forever!'

I Keep Sleeping And Waking Up Early.
I Wake Up, And Have To Deal With Finding Something To Entertain Myself
For The Rest Of The Day. Everything Is Boring And Short-Lived It Seems.
I've Also Become Increasingly Paranoid, But I Don't Know Why.
I've Readied Myself To Listen For The Sound Of Creaking Stairs,
Feet Against Tile, Doors Opening Or Closing, And Subtle Noises.
All Things I Picked Up From Letting In Drunken Uncles, And Trying Not To Wake Dogs While Prowling Around At Hours I Find Myself Unable To Stay Awake To Anymore.
I Expect A Terrifying Face Around Every Corner, And A Hostile Person
Everytime I'm Out Alone At Dark, Letting The Dogs Out.
I Am Kind Of Scaring Myself...

My Friend Brock Made A Joke About Bombing Schools.
I'm Paranoid Around Him Too.
I Consider Everything As A Threat It Seems.
It's Like I'm Memorizing Everything That Could Pose As
A Danger, And What Couldn't...

I Watched Edward Scissorhands.
I Love That Movie.
I Really Should Buy It.
Sadly, I Have No Money Until Summer.
Speaking Of Money, I've Decided What I'll Going To Do With It.
I'm Sending Cherry A Lot Of Stuff, So she Can Actually See Who I Am,
And How I Draw, Among Other Things, Also, A Few Real-Life Gifts. I'm Expecting A Nice $100 To Go For That.

Then I Want To Save Another $100, To Mail To My Uncle In Jail.
I Know It'd Make His Day To Have Money To Spend, Because He Just
Lost It All On Shoes And A T.V.

Then I'm Going To Use Another $100 On My Family.

So, $300 Dollars Is What I'm Going To Spend.
Three Weeks Of Working At The Movie Theater In The Mall.
I Overthink Everything...

I'm Tired Of Work.
I Do My Own Laundry, I Do My Own Dishes,
I Make My Bed, I Make My Meals,
I Help Parents Rearrange Furniture And Set Up Televisions Like
I Did This Weekend.

After All That, I Look Down Unappealed At The Page Of Algebra, Sheet Of Language-Arts Studies I Have To Fill Out, And Geography-Textbook I Have To Read Again.
I Don't Want To Do It.
I Though About How Much I'm Going To Regret Not Finishing It Earlier When
I Could Have Been Doing Instead Of Lazing Around, But Then I Thought
'Forget It! I'm Tired Of Doing It! I Don't Care! I Just Don't Feel Like Working At The Moment!'
I Honestly Could Care Less.
I'm Tired Of Dreading Every Day.
I Foot-Loose And Fancy-Free Hate It There,
And For Now, I Just Want To Give Failure And Uncontentness The Bird, And Leave It All Behind.

So, I Wrote A Neat Poem A Few Days Ago.
I Don't Know If Anyone Read My Last Entry, But It's There If You'd Like To Read It.



*Sigh*
Man.
Just...Man...