Can't I Just Stay Here A While?
Mar. 14th, 2003 03:03 pmI'm not looking forward to going home. Being at school has actaully done me good-- I aced (as in A!) the math assessment, journalism was productive, lunch was delicious, and I actually got some work done on that poster for the GRRL PARTY at the Beacon next Friday. *sigh*
It looks good-- we got Buffy, Gwen Stefani, Pink, Supergirl, and some random super-chick in a black leather jumpsuit. But then there's home-- I gotta go home and shower, and get into something somewhat better looking than these overeworn Chevingnons, my sleeveless ribbed yellow shirt, my black cardigan sweater, and my stupid blue wool jacket whose sleeves need serious washing. I plan in such detail. But at home-- there'll be Thing there, just sitting at the bottom. Potter told me that leaving the fish there will be bad for the other fish... as if it hasn't been bad for them in the time since Thing died (I'm thinking last night) and all day while I was at school. I'd called Mom this morning, crying, and she hasn't called back. I don't want to deal with this alone. People don't get how you can be so attached to a fish, but I guess Thing has just been such a household staple its hard to imagine the dining room fish tank without a bright, flourishy white fish inside.
So I'm putting off going home by being picky about which image of Pink I use in the poster... reading LJs and wondering things. Going now. The GRRL poster looks good.
It looks good-- we got Buffy, Gwen Stefani, Pink, Supergirl, and some random super-chick in a black leather jumpsuit. But then there's home-- I gotta go home and shower, and get into something somewhat better looking than these overeworn Chevingnons, my sleeveless ribbed yellow shirt, my black cardigan sweater, and my stupid blue wool jacket whose sleeves need serious washing. I plan in such detail. But at home-- there'll be Thing there, just sitting at the bottom. Potter told me that leaving the fish there will be bad for the other fish... as if it hasn't been bad for them in the time since Thing died (I'm thinking last night) and all day while I was at school. I'd called Mom this morning, crying, and she hasn't called back. I don't want to deal with this alone. People don't get how you can be so attached to a fish, but I guess Thing has just been such a household staple its hard to imagine the dining room fish tank without a bright, flourishy white fish inside.
So I'm putting off going home by being picky about which image of Pink I use in the poster... reading LJs and wondering things. Going now. The GRRL poster looks good.