Have you ever heard someone say, "I’m not a morning person?"
Alexandria is not a morning person. Neither of my parents are morning people. Jordan is not a morning person, always quiet and a little dreary eyed before 8 AM. But after I get to school, early morning is when I am the most alive. I say crazy things, excitedly anticipating Jordan’s arrival. I question whether the day will be a Wednesday or just another sad dose of reality.
Does that make me a morning person, or just kind of bizarre?
Thursdays are pretty boring, except for the occasional excitement of Taco Day, which the entire school is very fond of. Floyd ate four tacos at lunch today! Four tacos! And yet, he probably weighs less than me. How does this work, again?
Floyd never got a proper introduction, so I guess I can get you acquianted with him. He is a tobacco chewing football player who just happens to be a ginger and the object of David’s humorous yet disturbing sexual harassment. This annoys the hell out of Floyd, but they honestly get along like brothers, kind of like a love-hate relationship. Anyway, you may be wondering what a football player is doing at my lunch table, and I guess you can say he isn't your average football player. Which is a relief. He can be blunt without being vicious, he can be funny without being obnxious. A lot of people don’t like Floyd, but then again, Floyd doesn’t like a lot of people. He knows who the people worth talking to are and steers clear of the rest of them. It's kind of comforting, knowing I have been categorized into the former. Because I have seen firsthand what happens to those who have not. So, that’s Floyd. I told you I’d explain his existence if I mentioned him again, so there it is.
Anyway, I just got really off topic. (Was there even a topic in the first place?) I guess I was talking about Thursdays, briefly.
I had a pounding headache all day, even after Symphony gave me some Tylenol during Geometry. So with the inside of my head throbbing, I couldn’t concentrate on anything, making my homework look like a complicated, confusing mess when I got it out this afternoon.
Speaking of homework, I have five B’s on my report card, which some people may think is impressive. But my parents are not some of those people. Academically, I often practice the art of procrastination and laziness, hence my B’s. I come home from school sometimes and I think, "Gee, I really don’t want to do my homework. So, I won’t." And that’s what I do. I tell my parents that I have no assignments, and then I go upstairs to my room and write or play my guitar. I put projects off until the last minute and I never study for tests. I don’t remember when I started being this way, but it’s just something you get used to. Doing my homework for a change felt strange, even though it wasn’t that big of a difference seeing that I was actually copying my sister’s Geometry and Chemistry work, but no one has to know that! I sometimes wonder how I’m going to get anywhere in life if I’m so indifferent about my schoolwork.
David sometimes says, "Thursday is a tease." Today, I finally realized what he meant. You know you’re close to the weekend, but it’s just out of your reach. And as the day stretches on endlessly, it just seems to get further and further away. Oh well. Friday is in two hours and fifteen minutes. The end of yet another pointless week. Why suffer through five days when I only live for the day in the middle? But wait. Wasn’t I planning on making every day like those middle days? Well, I have one more left.
I’ve spent all week looking forward to Friday. Why not make it a Wednesday? Or maybe just a Wednesday cleverly disguised as a Friday.
Whatever. Maybe I am crazy.
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