Anyway, so the school year started this Tuesday.
I’m not really sure how this semester will go. It could go well OR it could go horribly. I’ll probably spend a shit-ton of time in the library now. I dunno… but whatever. ANYWAY.
I don’t really have much to write about, but I thought I might as well post something up. I might post something a bit more substantial.
It’s 1:06 AM in the morning and I’m finishing my physics lab. It’s my last assignment before the weekend, which I’m eagerly looking forward. Hopefully this time tomorrow night/early morning, I’ll be completely off my tits and have an absolute drummer Saturday morning. BUT… that’s only if I can finish my physics lab… which I should be able to, seeing as how I’ve only got 2 more questions to do.
On an entirely separate note, I sorted my iTunes according to play count. Here’s the list:
“Yellow” by Coldplay
“Love Vigilantes” by Iron & Wine
“Come On Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners
“The Scientist” by Coldplay
“No Surprises” by Radiohead
“Countdown” by Jupiter One
“I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz
“Re: Re: (Yokohama Arena)” by ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION
“Wake Up” By The Arcade Fire
“A Rush of Blood to the Head” by Coldplay
“Spaceman” by The Killers
“Mad World” by Gary Jules
“Lose You” by Pete Yorn
“Komm, Susser Tod” by Arianne
“Viva la Vida” by Coldplay
“Wish” by Arashi
“Death and All His Friends” by Coldplay
“Road Movie” by ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION
“Daidai” by Chatmonchy
“BUS ROMANCE” by Chatmonchy
“Gravity” by John Mayer
“Falling Down” by Oasis
“Yasahisa” by Chatmonchy
So… yeah, that was completely pointless. It’s now 1:12 AM.
Okay, so basically, I’ve had the idea of writing a high school drama/romance novel for quite a while now, that is, if romance can be translated into complete and total FAILURE, which it totally can! Although failure is a cold, hard mistress who doesn’t put out… At least she doesn’t have STDs. ^_^
Anyway, it’s partially inspired by what happened in my last year of high school, in feeling, atmosphere, and spirit if not in factual events and whatnot. Names have been changed to protect my person. Fun fun fun…
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It was quiet. The clock tick-tick-ticked. A drop of water fell from the spout and spattered in the sink with a heavy plop. A group of teenagers walked past the closed double doors of the empty orchestra room, happy in the knowledge that they were past yet another boring day. The buses outside the school rumbled. Light rain fell outside. Like I said, it was quiet.
It was dark too. The lights were off. There were no after-school clubs in this room, and it’s not like any of the orchestra members were going to come back to get their instruments. What were they going to do, practice? Preposterous.
Evelyn finally looked up. The weak afternoon sunshine caught in her hair, brightening the light brown to a dark reddish color. It shone in her eyes too. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I really am, Tyler.”
Ah. Well. This isn’t going well. I opened my mouth to speak, and then closed it, realizing that there wasn’t much else to say. I nodded. I tried to arrange my face into a neutral expression, but it’s not like disappointment and utter failure isn’t going to show. I settled for looking up at the ceiling.
A couple seconds passed. “I should go,” Evelyn said.
“Oh that’s right, you have practice,” I said, eagerly biting on this new conversational direction. I moved aside.
She walked past me, opened the door, and then looked back. “We’re still friends, right?” she said.
I looked at her and forced of a smile. “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah.”
Evelyn nodded. “Bye Tyler.”
I waved weakly. “Bye.”
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“So you finally told her?” My older sister, Lily, paced back and forth before me.
“That’s kind of what I said, isn’t it?” I flopped down on the sofa, a Pepsi in one hand and the TV remote in the other. “And can you get out of the way? I’m trying to watch Scrubs.”
“And she said no…” Lily said this slowly, as if trying to comprehend her own words.
“No, she said yes, and we’re having a baby in nine months,” I said.
“You see, this is why I’ve always told you to use condoms,” Lily said absent-mindedly. To her, repartee was instinctive. She looked down at me. “She definitely said no? Like, it wasn’t an ‘I’ll thinking about it’?”
“She was quite clear on the topic,” I said, craning my neck to see around my sister. I popped the tab on my drink. Lily heard the sound of the can being open, promptly stole it from me before I got take a sip, and then plopped down next to me.
“Oi, gimme that back,” I said.
Lily looked at the drink, then looked at me, and then took a huge gulp from the Pepsi before getting up, presumably to get her own. I swilled the drink a little bit. It felt like she drank half the can already.
“I say you give up on her,” Lily called from the kitchen. I heard her pop her can open. “There’s not much you can do about now, is there? You’ve been hung up on this one girl for, what, two years?”
It was four, but I wasn’t about to tell her. Lily returned from the fridge with a cold (full) Pepsi. “That’s a bit long for a crush, isn’t it?” She drank loudly. “I’d even go so far as to say ‘stalker-ishly long’.”
“Well it’s good to know that my sister supports me so much.” I flipped the channel to Spongebob. Scrubs was being evil and depressing when I wanted lighthearted JT and Turk shenanigans, not depressing patient-dying stuff. Spongebob was nicer. He was always getting into shenanigans.
