All alone. On my own.

Well, today-as the title says-I'm all alone on my own. It's a weird feeling. Just writing about it is giving me goosebumps. Needless to say, it's always weird to be on your own in a house even if you've lived there for years. It's just a creepy feeling. You over-react to everything even if it turns out to be nothing. I know this, because it happened to me earlier. After my mom and sisters first left, I was just hanging out and then I SWEAR TO JESUS'S FLYING UNICYCLE SOMEONE WAS AT THE DOOR. I checked at least four times. It was most likely just the baby chicks pecking at the bottom of their cage but who cares it was scary as FUCK. So, I'm home by myself, and everybody's out doing shit. But, oh well, this is how it usually is anyways. I said there never would be any room in Kecia's car ever, and it keeps proving itself again and again. The thing with Kecia and her car and shit is that every weekend Spencer, and Ann and all them go out with Kecia and I told Spencer there would never be any room in her car for me to go with them places. He said that it wasn't true. I went once. And so far, that's been it. Yeah yeah yeah I feel left out whatever. Yada yada yada. I mean really? I don't care too much. I miss Spencer and really, that's about all that happens. Sure, feeling left out sucks, but, there's Paige. And Paige is more fun to hang out with anyways. We were talking earlier about her coming over and us writing a play about sex where the only costume was nudity. She's busy this afternoon, but there's always the rest of this week. It's... Thursday. And, school doesn't start again until Monday. That's a couple of days. And, I could always start writing the script and have Paige come over when she isn't busy and we'll put on fake mustaches and accents and finish the script. See, I think good ideas. We might even wear monocles. Because, we are geniuses and geniuses are we. If that's something a genius would say... Oh well! Who cares? I certainly don't. I mean... Me? A real genius? Hahahahah try certifiably insane. And you're more on the right track. I mean, honestly. I don't really care too much for school. I could be doing bigger and better things than reading about the Holocaust and memorizing triangles and all the shit we've been learning about. I could be out learning about floral design instead of memorizing plant names. I mean, come on there's more to the work world than what the school's think we need to know. There's a lot that they teach us that is absolutely un-neccessary  to what we actually need to know. School is shit. That's final. I don't need to know about the square root of pi to be a florist. It's not applicable to what I will be doing. Shapes and junk yeah definitely. But I don't really need to know any math beyond algebra uno. And, once again I am RAMBLING!!! WOOH! THANK YOU! 


     Well, just as I said last time.... It is a matter of life or death. Wait... That's not really what I said. Ah yes, it was...
Shut up I'm talking.