Thursday, November 05, 2009
Sixty-Eight
I woke up this morning with much heaviness.
Back to school.
Even though I had only been away for three days, I already miss waking up at 6. As opposed to waking up at 5.
But I don't regret it. I'm really really glad I went to school. Only one teacher came into class to return a paper, and she was only in for about 15 minutes. In any other class, the day would have thus passed slowly, painstakingly. But it didn't. Because if there's anything my class knows, it's how to have fun. Lots of fun.
We actually spent most of the day playing games, and I don't mean just the plain, a-b-c, tic-tac-toe kind of games. We actually played catching, chicken and fox, concentration, cat and mouse, r-o-c-k, say-macaroni. We were screaming and laughing our head off. It was awesome. Awesome.
I haven't run around like that for so long (outside home, haha). I miss running. I miss playing like a kid, when it's just you, your friends and the wind, and you don't give a damn about the messy, messy world you're in.
Sometimes, some of my classmates piss me off. Most of the time though, they're a barrel of laughter. And people can say whatever they want to say about them, but they're some of the best kinds of friends to have. They're loving, honest, and fiercely loyal. They won't say they miss you, and then piss off and forget about you.
11:25 PM
