Sitting in the dorm room, trying to wake up, way too early for the following conversation:
Me: So my Dad is traveling into New Orleans today for the first time since the hurricane hit.
Megan: Can we please watch a TV show!!?? Laguuuuunnnnaaaa….
Me: Really, it’s pretty wild. He gets a military escort and several immunization shots…
Dawn: I’m hungry. Let’s get lunch!
(the voices are getting louder and louder, and I’m nearly screaming at this point)
Me: He could DIE YOU KNOW!
Jessica: Oh my god-I want starbursts! Give me starbursts! Now!
(a chorus of screams erupts, drowning me out as the girls sing about O-Reilly Autoparts)
I begin to cry, my sobs interrupted by a violent sneeze. The girls scream about finding more and more candy, and the tears stream down my face.
“No bless you?!” I hiss, angry not so much at the girls as I am at the world in general.
Jessica accuses me of being a dramatic sneezer and just trying to get attention. I glare at her, knowing she might be right. I wipe the tears away, pretend to think something is really funny, laugh a bit too loudly, and begin searching the room for chocolate. With time a silence covers the room and the walls are covered with slippery ice. I feel like a vacant angel, sitting motionless watching my own breath escape, flutter, and disappear, leaving no trace behind.
5 comments:
I think you need to work on your brooding pose. That will get you your necessary attention.
CMM from OTH has one.
To take up some serious skills, check out Ryan from the O.C. You'll learn all you need to know about looking upset, yet deep, to gain maximum pity/attention/sexual appeal.
John,
Weren't you at the party when that picture was taken (alex and nicoles)?? Bear in mind it was two years ago at least and my brooding was at an all time low. And yes, in CMM we trust.
M
I wasn't there, although now it makes sense that it's an old picture, as I was wondering why alcohol was there...
Hey, don't underestimate by aspiring alcoholism. In fact I've made a new goal to be drunk at least three nights a week, which is admittedly much less than back then, but we have to start somewhere. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. John, lets keep this up brotha. DU 4evah!
Ackley
oh the goodoldays when i was a school girl and you were a 5th grader girl......things were so much simplier then:)
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