My life out of school is boring as a mother trucker. I hear all my friend talk about how pumped they are to go on vacation, or how busy they are. I, on the other hand, am doing nothing. I read and I play solitare. And I occasionally stare at flys on my wall. It's been about 2 weeks and already I've read 5 books, played 467 games of solitare and named 5 of my flys. (Harold, Abigal, Joshua, Latisha, and Xavier) Sure, I could go outside and play or whatever, but I'm fat and it's hot as balls outside. I could go hang with a friend but I live around old people in the middle of no-where. The only children near me are a 3 year old, a 5 year old, and a hyperactive 10 year old who likes to ambush me about vampires. The only thing keeping me from killing someone (Or myself for that matter) is the one day of the week I get to leave the house to go to marching band. And even that can be ruined by certain people I don't want to mention. I just have to buck up with the next 66 days before I'm back in the smelly, yet safe halls of good ol' Northern Lebanon High School.
Have A Life For Me,
Katelyn
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