mood: *spark* music: radiohead's album 'ok computer' in its entirety over and over again

everyone went to knott's berry farm without me today. sounds sad, i know. it's no big deal, though. it might be just the denial talking, but i don't think it would have been worth putting out the cash for it. it's something like 35 for admission then there's always money for food/drinks, assorted carnival-style games, not to mention it's about a 45 minute drive from westchester going 80 the whole time. think of those outrageous socal gas prices! all in all, the only thing i've done all day was buy a 3-pack of my favorite pens cause i was out and a father's day card in advance. that and battling the fierce boredom that accompanies being completely alone and aware that your friends are having a blast somewhere else. *big emo tear*

really though, i don't think i'm missing out on much. my elementary school had the year-end tradition of going to knott's on the last day of school every year. it was only fun because there was no more school. other than that, it wasn't that good. honestly.

the only thing that sucked happened early this morning. at 10AM. ok, maybe not that early. meh, early enough. anyways, my plan was to tire myself out the night before so that i would sleep well enough into the afternoon so as to loosen the ties that boredom slaps on you. i made it perfectly clear that i wasn't attending the snoopy-themed road-trip, but all it takes is that one deviation.

so i get a call at 10AM sharp. from robert. those of you who know robert know that he is outspoken. and loud. so very loud. i answered with a weak 'hello' and he asked if his call woke me. hmm. yes. yes it did. *sigh* after a quick clarification as to why i wasn't going, i hung up and collapsed back into my bed.

but 10AM is that perfect time between early and late morning. that time when it is impossible for the average teenager (especially one less than one week into summer vacation) to wake up and properly function but still late enough so that drifting back into the fluffy white cloudlands of r.e.m.-landia is just as unimaginable. so i laid there on my back looking at the white ceiling for about 10 more minutes before getting up, brushing my teeth, and preparing for the typical 12-hour summer isolation period, only this time it was the special extended 15-hour edition.

ok, so maybe my stark white room has made me into a bit of a drama king today. so what? poop on you.

---Goei---