I should be angry with myself for not going to school today. I am. But I still didn't go. Instead I lay in bed, listening to the roofers working above my head. Hammers pounding thirteen feet away. Footsteps hovering over me while I half-dreamed in animation about the Dead Marshes and escaping elves.
Time is slipping away from me, so quickly. I need to change my ways, somehow. Become one of those enthusiastic people. I want to learn. I do, I do. Repetition for emphasis, a stylistic device. But I don't know how to take this situation and mutate it to my will.
I am going to find a way. I need to, so I will.
In the mean time, I am here with my Death Cab for Cutie and mountainous piles of paper, trying to think of things to say.
Posted by samantha at March 22, 2004 07:00 PM