...I guess I'm back.... for a short period

... the bell woke me up.  the page I was sleeping on was a little damp and I tried to wipe it off with my arm before anyone in the class noticed then quickly closed the cover.  I  as I stood up I noticed I had an erection and covered it with my text book.  Walking was always the most efficient way of getting it down.  I was a little groggy.  Now especially but honestly I was always a little groggy in school.  As I look back on my time in high school it seems less like distinct memories and more like the haze you experience as you go through the motions in the morning. Roll out of bed.  Walk to the bathroom. Turn on the hot water.  Strip.  Get in the shower.  Soap. Rinse. Get out of the shower......  Enter your combination.  Grab your calculus book.  walk to class.  put head down. sleep.  bell rings.  walk to locker.  enter combination. grab physics book.....  I woke myself up a little as I realized it was the end of the day.  There was something I had to do.  Where was Brent?  Jostling myself through the crowded hallway I found him at his locker. 

"Hey dude..."

"Yo, what's up man!"

"Nothing.  You can still hook us up tonight, like around eight or so?"  I had already asked him about the deal.

"For sure.  How about the Ken's Pizza?"

"yea that will work."  I figured I would be finished eating dinner with my mom around 730 or so.

"Alright, just hit me up when you are on your way" 

"It's 30 right?"

"Heh heh, of course."

"Alright I'll see you tonight.  Later dude"

"Peace."  We did our faux gangster handshake before I walked back toward my locker.  I had rigged it 2 days earlier so I no longer needed to enter a combination to open it and simply tossed my books in the locker and headed towards my car.  It occurred to me that I only brought my books to class for show.  I almost never used them in class and I certainly never took them home.  I tried to walk with my head down so I wouldn't have to initiate the "hey" with people I never talked to on my way out to my car.   A few people said "hi" anyways.

  Dinner with my mom was essential on Thursdays.  She expected me to sit and talk with her for all the 45 minutes we were eating.  She expected me to tell her about my day.  She liked it when I asked her about her day.  For the most part I complied.  Sometimes I was not in the mood.  I knew it was an important part of her day but sometimes I just couldn't be pleasant with her.  Today was not one of those days.  Today was normal.  I was excited about tonight so I was in a fairly good mood.   I told her how I liked my psychology professor whose class I slept through today.  We talked about college.  I hadn't really heard anything so I couldn't say much about that.  She told me how her boss was a little wacky again today.  The story was funny.  I laughed.  I tried to sit with her a little longer today because usually she would let me leave quickly if I put a little extra effort into the dinner.  Sure enough, she let me go as soon as I cleaned up the dishes.  As I was walking out the door I remembered I needed to call Greg. The phone rang twice (it took about 45 second for him to pick up the phone).

"Hello"

"Hey, I'm on my way."

"Alright man."

"See you soon."

"Later."

       The drive to Greg's pisses me off sometimes but then other times it is a game.  The stretch of road you have to drive before you turn on to his road is a patchwork of potholes.  If you drive fast enough it becomes pretty difficult to avoid them in the amount of time you have between when you see them and when you drive past or over them.  I can't stand driving slow enough to avoid the potholes so it becomes a game of frogger.  But instead of a slow frog trying to avoid speeding cars, it is a speeding frog trying to avoid stationary cars ---- a lot like frogger.  So tonight it was fun.

I didn't expect a reception when I came back, thank you.  It seems unlikely that i will be able to continue this but we'll see.

"You use words too"

"I'm walking out on center circle" -- Elliott Smith