this week

is going by sooo slowwwwwwww.

So today im going write my blog in a short story manner.

RINGGG A LING TING RING A DING, went my alarm clock as i sluggishly oozed out of my queen sized bed. Twinkles and spirals buzzed around my head as i lifelessly moved to the bathroom where i would do the usual routine of brushing my teeth. Monotonously i repeated my brush strokes while i layed out yesterday's events along with the mysteries of the yet unknown; today's breakfast, school, afterschool. Quickly putting on the clothes i had lain out the night before, i decended the light mocha colored staircase as the aroma of meat filled the house. Upon entering the kitchen i found my father starting on his breakfast and my mother doing the usual cooking. Breakfast felt like a blur ( like always) mornings have a tendency of bending the laws of time, 30 minutes into a morning feels similar to 5minutes in the afternoon. Perhaps one day i would understand the mystery of that matter, until then, the morning will continue to be a bitch.

High school, the pinnacle of formal education. Also the last gateway into adulthood. I dont think i would exactly know how to describe my second period class in any way without using the words "boring as fuck." Adam and I left in order to save ourselves the burden of wasting our lives. Anything would be better than making joking remarks about pictures in the yearbook in a classroom with only four people. In the brisk June morning, we wandered.

yeah im tired of writing like this.

anyways we met up with steph teng and her other overachieving classmates. Chilled for a while till the bell rang yada yada. The rest of the day was like a blurrr. uhhh. lunch. yearbook signing. swimming. say hi to katherine. take some pix. picked up by julie. nap. pho. view. home. that pretty much sums it up.

good' day.

-thomas