Life and fond memories.....

Ugh.

That sums up today.

I woke up extremely late, at 8:30. Since today was an late Tuesday (we get them sometimes), we go in at 8:50. I live really far away from my school. To the point that I could go to two different schools, instead of the one I'm at now.

But I like my current school 'cause I have all my friends there.

Anyways, I got dressed, did my hair, and got ready in general, in six minutes. I was out the door in eight minutes, give or take a few seconds.

I ran to the bus stop (darn you public transportation system!) and for once, it was on time. I had to run, which was the most exercise I'll probably have in, like a week.

I got there, too tired to even text. Lawl.

Running to school sucks ass. Especially when its fucking hot. I power walked the rest of the way. Lol. I got to school around 8:55ish. Didn't really get there late. My homeroom teacher was later than I was. Heh.

That was the most important thing that happened today. Except for the dirty jokes a few of my buddies were telling in 1st period. But I can't remember them right now. I'll post them later, if I remember them.

So school was a colossal waste of time. Literally. I did absolutely nothing in any class. I just sat there, day-dreaming. Today, I just socialized and hug-molested. Heh.

After school I went to Cin's house. We kicked it, eating Cheetos and ghetto-soda (RC- according to her) and those mini-cracker cheese sandwiches. Lol! We watched and helped the little kids race and play a little. Then we discussed life and general, and a guy she recently met called her, and I randomly interrupted the conversation with my awesome comments! Lol! BTW: What's NOS according to you?

I came back home. On the bus, and there were no random people calling out racism for stupid reasons, such as getting a bus ride for free.

Now I'm here.

I think I've figured out exactly why I want to be a writer. To have my name (pen name) on those books you see day-to-day. (NOT TWATLIGHT!)

Besides that, I think it would be something my dad would have loved. If he were still alive, that is. I think he would have absolutely loved the idea of me writing. It isn't practical, and on one hand I think he would have thought it stupid, but on the other...

He loved to read. It's where I got it from. Because my mom wouldn't read herself out of a wet paper bag. I say wouldn't because she doesn't read for enjoyment. She knits, and watches TV.

A day out for me and my dad would be going to the library. Going there and staying there for like hours. Then walking to the park, and reading there for more hours. We would also be in the room (we had one bedroom back then) and on my parents' bed we would lay side-by-side reading. Him something from Tom Clancy or some kind of fantasy. Me usually Harry Potter or VC Andrews, or one of those Buffy novels.

Those are some of my fondest memories of him....

This trip down memory lane has seriously made me happy, happiest that I've been in weeks.

^_^