he smiled when he spoke.. wednesday wednesday wednesday. i forget if i used to love them or loathe them.. i forget alot lately. but today went oddly smooth for the first day back at school after what seemed an eternity.. i think taking the liberty of making my spring break start early had something to do with it.. heh. as soon as i got on the t all the reasons i hate boston flashed back to me. cranky people. crowded t. cold cold and more cold. i cranked the walkman up and pressed on.. school was school is school. they were jurying for the all school show.. professor extrodinaaire made me put something up.. of course the something he liked wasnt the one i liked but somehow his backward reasoning made me do it anways.. i feel like i should be having some deep thoughts.. or lamenting on something meaningful or at least pretty sounding..and nothings coming. the crusty quiet punk boy in my art history class looked at me.. and pointed to my new piercing and said.. i like that... in the quietest sweetest way possible.. or maybe it seemed so sweet because usually i sit back and look at him and imagine all the ways he thinks hes better than me. hah. thats actually what goes through my head.. i look at him and his friends and i think of how they think theyre so cool.. because they know art like the back of their hand and have record collections to die for.. because theyre in the know.. i judge quickly and automatically assume everyone else is doing the exact same thing.. people like the punk boy who i swoon for always get thrown into the .. they dont think im cool enough category.. im never cool enough. but i guess it shows that maybe i shouldnt think so quick.. theres one less boy to hate in that class.. i love a boy who proves me wrong. meeeee-owww. |