Midnight

The Nightshade Princess
2003-03-21 20:58:50 (UTC)

Bitter pill

Senior skip day. Naturally, being a relatively
straight-laced high school senior, I had no other choice
but to stay home today. It is, perhaps, the only day I
will ever skip a day of high school that do not have to.
Unfortunately, I am not enjoying it. You see, I have
managed to get crippling menstural cramps that have largely
prevented all movement for most of the morning, as well as
sleep. I would not have been able to go to school anyway.
At least I have a good excuse when spring break is over.
Every half an hour, the radio is giving updates on the
war. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE FUCKING WAR. THAT IS
THE REASON I'M LISTENING TO THE RADIO IN THE FIRST
PLACE!!! I am so irritated. It all appears to be the
same broadcast, too. I turn off the radio and play one of
my tired CD's... I should get a few more...
The National Honors Society wants me to join.
Naturally, I will attend their induction ceremony, if only
to prove to myself and anyone else necessary (namely,
scholarship agencies), that I am not as worthless and lazy
as I appear.. well perhaps I AM lazy, however it is not my
fault I am bored to tears with school. It is not my fault
I seek knowlege online... It is not of my doing that school
comes as easily as a sigh. My dreams, loyal readers, are
buried in the graveyard of the past. I face an uncertain
future with sarcastic laughter.
Along these same lines, my father has actually offered
to pay for a couple of years at the community college
before I attend a state university. Keep in mind, my
dears, that he has not attempted to make any contact with
me since early July, not on my birthday, not even during
the winter holiday season. At this irony, joyless laughter
drops from my lips, making sounds like jingling change on
the walls of my impersonal room. We are all prisoners,
after all, of our own selves. We are victims of our
reputations.
I am, unfortunately, going to miss the peace protests
this week down at the square. I have tickets to see Romeo
and Juliet, beautiful love theater, which shall take up
that time. I am, however, possibly collaborating with a
friend to make a protest of our own at school. I may write
later, but who knows where I shall be by midnight?