It's funny how quietly horrible things begin or end... how subtly something wonderful like summer can slip into something hideous like school... how it can end with coffee (or rather vanilla creme frappacino, without coffee), with pizza at the Mediterranean Grill, with all of us in a car and me buying gas (my gosh it's already gone up... good thing I got it today).
We were talking... it's not school we hate. If all we did was go to school and then come home every day that would be fine... it's the homework, the stress, the tests, the sports, the lessons, everything just building and building like Mt. St. Helen's and pretty soon... wow, what an eruption.
I feel so hollow. I don't dread school. I dread what it brings. Kind of like the way I dread college. And it is beginning and ending with the small things that happen every day... pretty soon I will go run my usual two miles, wash my face, brush my teeth, battle again with the splintery floss that likes my teeth better than the garbage can, take a xanax, and go to sleep. And it will end and begin like that... 12.5 hours to the end of the world, no explosions, just the small things like a bad hair day and a great time to break out.
Little things make me happy, make me sad, make me angry, make me depressed, make me crazy...
Little things, it's all the little things.
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Hey there! Thanks for commenting on *my* blog. :) Actually I got to your blog through your sig on one of your posts at BUS. That forum is helping me a lot.
Jen
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