July the 8th, 2012Mature

I’m sorry I haven’t written anything in a while.

On the evening of the fourth, the power came back on. I spent the next few days comatose in front of the air conditioner. After that, all notions of the diary had left my brain until this morning.

Two days ago I went to the orthodontist. I hate having someone’s fingers jammed in my mouth inspecting everything. The stupid nurse didn’t know how to take the metal springs off on my bottom two canines and ended up stabbing me repeatedly in the gums with the wire. Not a pleasant feeling whatsoever.

I can’t really recall many details from the past few days. I believe I have a memory issue – I can hardly remember what I did yesterday!
Oh yes, that’s right, my dad and I streamed two movies off his phone via the HDMI cable to watch from Crackle.com. The first was a somewhat cheesy movie that Papa had chosen called Alien Hunter in which an infection causes the aliens to abduct the occupants of a research facility. The second was one that I picked called the Thirteenth Floor in which a man discovers that our world is a simulation, one of thousands, created for the pleasure of the users in the real world.

We were going to watch more movies off of it but I started to feel sick and said that that was enough movies for the day. I retired to my room, fanning myself with my fold out Chinese fan, wondering what in God’s name was wrong with me. I won’t go into details but by the time I went to bed I was right as rain.

I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt the interior of my high school had been all switched around and I didn’t know where to go. It was the last day of school and they were letting us out to our lockers to clean them out. I was with Danny, a friend of mine, who I had texted before I started dreaming. We wandered the school, both of us equally lost. Eventually we ended up separated and I went outside. I tried to figure out how to get home but it was raining and I didn’t recognize anything. I got lost.

That’s when I woke up. Usually when I dream about guys it means I like them, but I’ve never been attracted to Danny. He’s shorter than I am with red hair and an overbite. He’s covered in freckles. He might do drugs; it’s hard to tell if he’s joking about that or not. The only reason I’ve ever hung around him is because he has the habit of giving me an energy drink every now and then. The last one he gave me, second to last day of school, was a small purple can of Venom. I’d tackled him for it at the beginning of the school day. He’d narrowly evaded my attempts at snatching it from him. What can I say? I had a caffeine headache. As I was heading out to my bus, he gave it to me with a grin. I drank it on the bus, ducking out of sight of the bus driver to avoid getting in trouble.

He’s a good friend, but he’s dumber than a doornail. However he has watched Doctor Who before, so I suppose that knocks him up the ladder a notch. Most of my friends have already succumbed to my obsession with Doctor Who, watching it themselves to see what all the fuss was about and becoming hooked on it like I am. The only two I can’t convince are Carry and Emma who have an obsession of their own – anime. Frankly I don’t see what’s so great about it. I enjoy reading manga occasionally, I will admit, but I would never watch an anime. Emma understands the basic principles of Doctor Who from hearing River and I ramble on about it for hours on end. Carry is clueless however. And then there’s Brandon. He’s dumber than Danny and is always covered in a layer of grime. He claims his hands look dirty all the time because they’re stained from working on cars. You can get that stuff off. Trust me, I know. Summer of last year, before I met him, Emma attempted to set me up on a ‘blind date’ scenario with him. She sent me a slightly fuzzy picture of him and he actually didn’t look too bad. What I didn’t know was that he’s one of those people who look great in pictures and awful in real life. Glasses, crooked teeth, and a weird voice. Also, he has a very mean personality.

He’s one of three brothers, Kaleb, Jon, and Brandon Capable. Capable? More like capable of absolutely nothing. They are all filthy from head to toe and are obsessed with mud, trucks, and everything hillbilly-ish. The eldest of the three, Jon, is slightly brighter than his brothers but only by a little. I enjoy Brandon and Jon’s company, but the youngest, Kaleb, is an absolute pain. He has the mentality of a five year old.

Now imagine for a moment that most of the guys in the school have Brandon’s charming personality and Kaleb’s mentality. Now you know why I prefer, for the moment, to be single.

 

I believe my Zune, my music player, is calling to me. Excuse me; I must go listen to Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Stronger’.

 

- Victoria Glass

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