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* O o o.*..o.*..o.*..o. .net "What a Monkee of a Day" *
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'Anada is cat-friendly..o*`
I knew right from the start that it was going to be one of those
days. I hit the shower on five hours of sleep, and couldn't get the
temperature right. Family routinely annoying. Hair just wouldn't stay
down, and one day's growth was short enough not to be shaved, but long
enough to be vaguely irritating.
I knew then, but was too tired to realise I should stay at home,
cooped up in my room, in hiding from the Big Bad World, reading and eating
little chocolate chip cookies. My bad.
When I got to uni, I surfed the net for the hour before my first
class. I checked out the new Impulse Reality texts, but I couldn't seem to
get into them. Sometimes, when I'm irritated, I start looking for faults in
the things I'm reading, scanning almost viciously for poor spelling or nasty
grammar. I decided I'd play TEOS instead.
As I walked from the Union building to my first tutorial, I got burnt
off by one friend, stopped to talk to another friend, in the uncomfortable
way you do with people you no longer really keep in contact with and caught
the eye of this cute brunette chick who I knew. This last event was
obviously bad because I was feeling terrible, what with the bad hair, the
tired eyes, the forced conversation, my warm-but-prickly jumper and the egg
and bacon roll I'd just eaten too quickly, making my stomach sink lower and
lower. And if that wasn't bad enough, my left shoelace came undone three
times on the way to class. Three times!
I just wasn't functioning properly, I wasn't flowing. You know those
days where everything just seems to fall into place, you see the right
people, they're feeling good, you're feeling good, you say all the right
things and it all leaves you with a nice warm fuzzy feeling in your chest
cavity? Hell, even _I_ know what that feels like, a little bit. Just like
you can download the demos of computer programs before you buy them, I owned
the demo for Warm Fuzzy Feelings. I hadn't found a shop that sold the full
version yet, though.
So I trudged through the day, like walking through a pit of tar.
AND THEN I SAW HER FACE
NOW I'M A BELIEVER
WITHOUT A TRACE OF DOUBT IN MY MIND
NOW I'M IN LOVE AAAAAHHH
I'M A BELIEVER
I COULDN'T LEAVE HER IF I TRIED
And I forgot about feeling lonely and tired and depressed, because
you smiled, and I made you laugh.
But then you had to go to class and I had to go to class, but they
were different classes. So I trudged off to the strangely named Cumming
lecture theatre (I shit you not) and spent most of the class doing the
crossword and reading a book. And of course there was just the one word
that I couldn't figure out; 17 across: Biblical quotation. T, something,
something, T. Uhm.
AND THEN I-
And then I went home. My life sucks, it really, truly does.
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