SERIOUSLY!?

I was nice enough to clean the bathroom by myself this morning and it’s already messy again! Seriously you guys?

How do you make that much of a mess in like…4 hours!? How!?

I’m just going to…pretend like I saw nothing. I’m going to go about the rest of my evening…enjoying this delicious food and trying to get some more homework done.

Not exactly looking forward to my one class tomorrow. Oh well. It might get better…it might not.

— R.

Thought Process

Text me. Text me. Text me. Text me.

Can you just text me?

I’m not texting first again. I’m not going to seem desperate.

GAH!

Why!?

I ate too much.

I don’t want to seem annoying.

What if they don’t text me all week?

They’re busy. Stop freaking out.

I want to go back to bed. I’m tired.

ABCDEFG…

I need to buy an envelope.

Well…I do have homework to do.

I just want to sleep.

I just want you to text me.Talk about something random. I really don’t care.

La la la!

Because the sky is blue it makes me cry.

Oh brain. You’re so brainy.

Tick tock. 3 o’clock.

I’m gonna go sleep and when I wake up there better be a message from you.

Or not…

I mean…you could text me tomorrow.

Or…whenever.

I guess.

Not like you have to.

I really need to use the bathroom.

Why does it have to rain?

Homework…why do you exist? Be gone with you.


Surprisingly enough, this counts as part of my homework.

Sit and write down whatever thoughts come to your head. What do you think about?

I think… I don’t understand this whole texting thing. I also think I’m overthinking. I also think I really…really need to use the bathroom. Roomie get out of the shower! I gotta go so bad!

Ugh….why can’t my head be quiet for more than a minute?

— R.

Mouse Song

I want to sing you a song

To make your pain go away

But my lips are dry

And my throat is tight.

I want to hold you up

I want to keep you safe

But my arms are weak.

Little mouse so meek.

Wish I knew what to do

I wish I knew what to say

But when I try something

It feels like nothing.

Don’t want my heart to break

Don’t want to make a mistake

Before you go away.

Please, don’t go away.

Stay another day.

Stay another day.


For Nana and Granddad.

You’ve always filled my world with wonder.

Please give me the chance to return the favour.

Love, R.

Mom’s Birthday.

So I’m buying my mothers 50th birthday gift tomorrow. I asked her what she wanted and I think she was trying to be like…reasonable about the price because I’m paying for my own rent and food and she knows I’m not working at the moment. Except it’s her 50th birthday. I finally have my own money that I can use to purchase gifts for my family members. My parents have always supported me and made me feel loved (except during those awkward preteen years where I thought no one understood me or cared about me…you know that phase).

My mom is a hard person to shop for. I know she hates jewelry around her neck or wrists. She told me I could get her a scarf…and I know she likes her scarves but that’s such a simple gift. I want to do more than that. She also said she wants a cool ring or something. I don’t know. She was all like, “I didn’t really think about it.”

Why does my mother have to be exactly like me when people ask her what she wants for her birthday?

I’m always like, “I don’t know…books?”

Anyway I don’t know what I’m going to get her. I should just sleep on it I guess. I’ll probably buy her a scarf or two but that just doesn’t seem like its enough. It’s not even the price. I really think I should give her something that she truly wants. Maybe she really wants a scarf but based on the tone of her voice on the phone it sounded more like she was like, “I don’t want you to spend so much money on me.”

Mom, I don’t care! I mean…no offence but we all know that your other children aren’t going to give you a present and if they do it’s because Dad was all like, “What are you getting your mother?” or your granddaughter was all like, “I’m going to give Mumzie a pink and purple princess crown!”

Yah…I’ll sleep on it. Hopefully I can think of something. Better get back to bed. It’s 5 am….

I woke up at 2 am…

So because I’d been up really late all week I ended up going to bed around 8pm yesterday. I had this really intense, slightly sad little dream and woke up. Now I have an idea for a short story! Hooray!

It was sad though…and I’m not sure how two characters one from a show I watched when I was 7 and one from a show I just started watching, could at all be best friends? That’s bizarre.

It was so sad….

BUT I HAVE SOMETHING TO BRING TO CLASS TOMORROW.

I don’t have to be that awkward kid who’s like, “Hi…um…yah so…I couldn’t think of anything so I’m like…kind of…just hanging out…with my notebooks. Just trying to pick and sort through to see if I got something I can turn into a short story.”

THANK YOU RANDOM DREAM!…but why so sad? Why?

Like…I shouldn’t eat sugar before going to sleep. I also shouldn’t have chugged juice when I woke up because my stomach hurts now.

YES! YES! YES! I have something! I’m so happy!

Well…I guess I’ll try to get back to bed around 5 or 6.

I think I miss my family now…

Ugh…I never should’ve watched these clips from kids movies.

Oh well. Gonna see everyone for my mom’s 50th. I’d better get some sleep. I’ll finish my random video watching…colouring…thing later.

I was colouring some pictures I drew of character’s I forgot I made. I didn’t realize that I’d started a really good novel a few years back. I’m shocked at how well it was written. It’s a huge step up from my first few novels. I wish my sister didn’t talk me out of writing that one. She said the introduction was too dark.

She doesn’t like it whenever people die in my stories and I describe their like…deadness.

I should seriously share more drawing on here. I should also sleep now because…I don’t want my professor calling me out because I’m asleep in his class. I was late for the first one because I went to the wrong class and then I lost my keys and…it was a really bad day. So this week I’m going to show up on time and I’ll be all smart and actually try to contribute. I guess being in a class with upper years is a little intimidating at times. Wow…I’m really tired.

Who wants to clean the pencil crayons off my bed for me? I’ll give you peach flavoured juice….and a twizzler.

Alright…I’ll stop being lazy.

— R.