Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Early in the morning, rise into the street.
So, let me tell you about yesterday mi amigos, amigas and la presidente.

Started off with the hit of a snooze button, a shower and a cup of tea. It was quiet, quaint- serene, maybe. You could see the sky in it's glory, you could see what is left of the forest in it's glory, you could see a few animals here and there.

It was picturesque.

The drive over, I didn't feel like doing the mundane "small talk" bit with my parents. I listened to Poison the Well, jammed a minor bit before we got there- good fun, I assure you.

As I arrived I prepared to do my new bit- I was tired of all these tired, boring teenagers with no charisma. The only people who had any spark to them were the preppy teenage girls, and they just came off as fucking annoying. I didn't want to be the same tired, bored person. I might be depressed, morose, whatever- no reason to ruin their day.

I waltzed into the hallway outside the classroom and sat down next to Zach Jordan- he is actually an old friend from my middle school days. I gave him a good ol' "What's up" and he shyly replied- that was it for the first "conversation" of the day. As I said, very dull teenagers, these.

Well, nothing much new- Mr. Calvert was his normal, semi-hyper self. Everyone else but this one preppy girl was zonked, shy, apathetic or quiet.

We did two chapters in our little hardback textbook o' freedom. About halfway through the class, we had our ten minute break. I walked outside, still resolute in my plan to be outgoing, and started to walk down the hallway twards the bathrooms in the rear- just stretching to get the kinks out. A girl from my class was walking down the opposite direction- this time, I gave her a hearty "how's it going?" I got a fairly good answer, but she kept walking after we passed each other.

So, I turned around, walking back down the hall and noticed that several of the kids were congregating outside- I decided that was the best opportunity, chance, etc. I walked out and they were all congregated together- the only stray from the pack is that chicka I still haven't talked to. She was on her cellphone.

I didn't have the faith in social activities to go over to them, so I leaned against the wall and let my eyes trace the sky. The clouds were beautiful, lilting sleepily across the heavens. It was beautiful, but I was the only one who even noticed the clouds- sorta dorky, I guess. But I always find the skies to hold such artistic grace..

I walked back inside, giving up on the group, and sat down in the hallway near a rather small, white nerdish looking kid. Zach came out and sat down.

We actually managed to start a conversation. It was rather crazy, but it was still a conversation. Basically initially I goaded him [in all good humorous fun, I assure you] about his sleeping habits. He told me about how he just falls asleep and takes naps at seemingly random during the day.

"You will make a great driver then." I said.

He grinned and nodded, "yeah."

Another highlight of the day was getting the time.

"Either of you got the time?"

The nerdy looking kid said something that I couldn't hear. I turned and said, "What?"

He said "Three minutes to go."

I turned back to Zach and said, "Three minutes eh."

He said "I always manage to lose my watches. I know they are still around somewhere though- I hear them beeping." He cracked a grin and said, "I hear them everywhere- all the time, calling to me."

"Well, Zach. I think that's called schizophrenia."

I talked about why I didn't have a watch and then turned back to the kid, "How much time now?"

Zach took out a pen and started fiddling with it idlely.

"Two minutes." The little nerdy kid said.

"Two minutes, huh. That's enough time to start a war."

Zach looked up and said, "A war?"

"Yes. Right there." I lifted my arm up and pointed at the Citgo gas station a bit away. "We will take that gas station. You, me- all three of us."

I pointed to this pen, "See, you have a weapon. Your pen." I glanced back to the nerd, "He can tell the time and I-" I tapped my glasses, "can see."

It was ridiculous, but they found it funny. "The Citgo will be ours!" The nerdy kid said.

"Yeah, definitely."

So that was the first part of the day. I'll continue this later.

"A truly strong person does not need the approval of others any more than a lion needs the approval of sheep."


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