I wake up at 6:25 to the revolting "Cingular Sound" I set my cell phone alarm to.
I briefly consider how the name is dated and how they should change it to "AT&T sound" - more appropriate but not quite as catchy.
I fall back asleep and when my mom yells up the stairs, "ELYSE, ARE YOU AWAKE?" I lie and say I have study hall first period. I set my alarm for 45 minutes later.
I can't really fall back asleep because the sun is shining through my window...
I hate the sun, consider shutting my blinds, but am too lazy and instead think Spring is almost here due to the new annoying, yet later appreciated, early winter sunrise.
I wake up at 7:20, jump in the shower and think about my short February break's events: partied a bit with Jill with kids from another town. Saw my ex-boyfriend. He didn't once through the night make eye contact with me. Partied again with the same kids, sans ex-boyfriend, a couple days later and win a game of pong with an epic bounce, earning the respect of all the guys there and a little extra from my very cute pong partner. Get the title of "Team Lightweight" due to our very obvious intoxication after four games. Smoke a cigarette and then convince myself I'm just fine to drive home. Drive home, sobered at this point, pass a cop, drive impeccably, reach destination and pass out.
I dry off and throw my hair in a towel.
Walk downstairs and pour myself a cup of coffee.
Apply make up and head off to school, only to stay for three classes and then head home.
Consider going to the gym, consider fueling my empty stomach, but instead read a few pages from a Bret Easton Ellis novel. Hear my dog snoring beside me and join her in 45 minute nap. Wake up and walk upstairs to my bedroom where I escape to my roof and smoke a cigarette. Smoke. Crawl back inside and light a stick of incense to cover up any odor that might have crept in. Blog.
Here's to being 17 and making bad decisions.
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7 comments:
best post to date.
What Ellis book did you pick up?
i posted from espana.
Here's to still making bade decisions at 22.
Was it American Psycho?
i hope it was Less than zero, although i have been meaning to read american psycho
I say the same thing.
But change that tender age of 17 to 25. I'm not ready to grow up.
Douchegirl gave me the title for the blog. Its sort of ironic cause I don't really make too many bad decisions on a day to day basis. Sure, sure drunk driving is a no no and I really do apologize to humanity for that one. It's totally unacceptable.
Also, I'm reading The Rules of Attraction...I'll get to the others.
Awesome title! I was 17 almost 3 years ago and I haven't stopped making bad decisions. Sometimes I feel like I'm still 17 though. Hopefully I won't feel that way by the time I'm 30.
Funny you say that because my oldest sister is now 26, and she says that sometimes she still feels as if she's 18 or 19. Kind of scary to think about because the reality is she's 7-8 years older than that.
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