Sleepwalking my way through life: Waiting for my trousers to dry.



Waiting for my trousers to dry.

A cold Monday morning it be. Yarr.

I slept in, and instead of making up time by eating breakfast while brushing my teeth I languidly slumped everywhere and watched as time passed by as slowly as my bus. And so I sit here, at five to nine, with a loss of what to do.

I could get up right now, slip on my shoes and go to school, but where's the fun in that? I'd only walk in halfway through drama with scowling faces looking towards me as I missed notes. The teacher would look up at me, his beady little eyes shining with smug anger and his mouth twitching into a sneer as he asked me where I had been. And I would calmly answer that I had a doctors appointment, but they confused the time and it was for tomorrow instead of today. I'd then sit on a seat and practice my skills at slapping Helen silly.

This is only a half truth however. Yes, I do have a doctors appointment, and yes it is in the morning, but I was the one who made the clerical error.

The week before last I paid a visit to the doctors to arrange a bloodtest to help silence my worries of diabetes, and they had arranged one for me on "Monday the twenty fourth of January" and told me not to eat anything for twelve hours before hand.

If you haven't noticed, this is Monday the twenty third of January.

And so I wait for tomorrow where I shall have to miss a period of English to compensate it.

Ah, I'd better go now. I'd like to leave the house before my brother gets up from bed, meaning I can hide my Lapdancer and freak him out by making him think that someone is in the house.

Yes, I am evil.
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2 Comments:

At 12:12 pm, Anonymous ? said...

Joe what are you doing next year? What uni are you going to?

 
At 8:07 pm, Anonymous Joe said...

English Literature, Theatrical Studies and Philosophy. Hopefully at Glasgow Uni, but I don't know until I get my replies through. Gosh darned schools.

-Joe

 

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