Cynic cynic cynic
Man, today I was on the ball. I, like, was doing everything. All my work, which is rare.
So, I was in science and my friend John is a master at word-finds. He should go into competition. With his help we got that thing done in under three minutes. Like fifty words. So, to thank him for his help I drew him a picture of himself, complete with his shirt "I put the FUN in funeral." Sure, it was probably bought at a department store, but damn it's clever. He really liked it, and I was satisfied with it myself. I have been in a slump recently, but today it was bullseye.
Then, for some reason I was depressed for the last two hours of school. I just didn't care about any thing. Some kid came up to me in one of my classes and put his arm around my shoulder, like I'm his son or some shit. Since I was irratible and depressed I told him to not touch me. So, he continues to talk:
"You know wh-"
"Don't touch me"
"Ok, man sorry, but y-"
"You know you're still touching me."
"Sorry dogg, but you know you look like Bo Bice?"
"Bo Bice is a pussy."
Then I slumped off and tried to draw, but couldn't. My fingers resisted. So I just doodled randomly for an hour. In that same class the teacher brought her three year old daughter in. I tried to be nice, or just not talk to her, because I would be all cynical. So, I didn't. But I did smile when she would look at me.
In the block before that thought I was a fucking happy little social butterfly. I even made the teacher happy. I guess I spent all my joy-giving powers on the first two blocks.
GAHHH
So, I was in science and my friend John is a master at word-finds. He should go into competition. With his help we got that thing done in under three minutes. Like fifty words. So, to thank him for his help I drew him a picture of himself, complete with his shirt "I put the FUN in funeral." Sure, it was probably bought at a department store, but damn it's clever. He really liked it, and I was satisfied with it myself. I have been in a slump recently, but today it was bullseye.
Then, for some reason I was depressed for the last two hours of school. I just didn't care about any thing. Some kid came up to me in one of my classes and put his arm around my shoulder, like I'm his son or some shit. Since I was irratible and depressed I told him to not touch me. So, he continues to talk:
"You know wh-"
"Don't touch me"
"Ok, man sorry, but y-"
"You know you're still touching me."
"Sorry dogg, but you know you look like Bo Bice?"
"Bo Bice is a pussy."
Then I slumped off and tried to draw, but couldn't. My fingers resisted. So I just doodled randomly for an hour. In that same class the teacher brought her three year old daughter in. I tried to be nice, or just not talk to her, because I would be all cynical. So, I didn't. But I did smile when she would look at me.
In the block before that thought I was a fucking happy little social butterfly. I even made the teacher happy. I guess I spent all my joy-giving powers on the first two blocks.
GAHHH
posted by Noa at 4:34 PM
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