Oh man I am so bored nothing sounds like fun. Christy leaves for work early and gets home around dinner time. We live too far away from the bus lines and I'm stuck here. I've read the manual that comes with my Image Inducer so many times I might actually be able to build one from scratch if I had the parts. I've browsed the Internet so much I think I saw everything remotely interesting out there.
I started doing research for Christy just for something to do. I look up information on mutations. Maybe I'll figure out mine. Aside from the green skin I can't do anything cool. It's like I get all the drawbacks of looking like a mutant without any of the coolness. It's not fair.
Never tell Christy anything is not fair. When I told her that about my mutation I swear I pissed her off. If I'd blinked I wouldn't have caught it though. She just told me life wasn't fair, nothing was fair… but you just do what you have to and deal with it. She didn't yell, she didn't scream. She didn't even sound particularly mean, but I don't think I'll say that again. Not out loud.
Even so she took me to the movies just a little after that, bought me lots of popcorn, and let me pick which one. She said she wanted to be fair about it, she'd picked the last one. The way she'd said fair made me think that conversation was still going on in her mind. Something is really bothering her. I don't think she'll ever tell me what.
Well, that's enough of the mystery that is Christy. I'm still bored. I actually watched some lame Soap Operas today because there is nothing on TV in the middle of the day. Their problems are so contrived, so fake. Like anyone has that much bad luck, even I don't. And hello, it makes it seem like everyone cheats on their lovers.
So without any more delay… Here is my Poem, Soap Opera Number 5
As angry as a volcano her
Face darkened to red hot lava.
Her eyes glared fire as he stumbled
Through the door smelling of liquor and perfume.
His heart stalled like an old car, sputtering
A moment in shock before finally racing.
His face became pale like snow, pale in the moonlight
Spilling through the door
"Honey, you're home."
And as an encore, The Lazy Slacker
Like a drop of rain he moved through life letting
The wind dictates his course.
He never worked harder or longer than any other.
He followed the paths made for him, making none of his own.
Making no impact as part of the sea of
Aimless wanderers. And now no one remembers
Naught of what he did as he evaporates with the sun.
I'm starting to feel like a lazy slacker. Thank god school is starting soon. I'd rather spend all day trapped at school than here. At least at school I'll have homework, work… stuff to do.
Finally, it looks like Christy's back.
