After We've Said Goodbye, chapter 2
Carolyn, Carolyn984@aol.com
A/N: Like I've said before, this could be considered a continuation of my other fics on here, or it could work as a stand-alone, too. Whichever you prefer. ;-)
"You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face, it haunts my once-pleasant dreams
Your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me. . ." –Evanescence
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You wanna know something about my life?
It sucks. A lot.
I'm not even kidding. You try writing an essay on the importance of mathematical analysis and the Cartesian co-ordinate system (A/N: Something I actually had to do last semester! =P) while simultaneously trying to keep your mind far, far from the place and person it so desperately wants to be consumed with. It's not easy.
Especially since you've thought every possible, conceivable contemplation about that person, oh, say, sixteen *thousand* times since the day he left. No wonder why I have déjà vu so much.
The thing is, it makes me angry. Really, really angry. Like, punch-the- wall, pull-out-your-hair, scream-'til-your-throat-bleeds angry. Like that.
But of course, if I did punch the wall, I'd probably break my hand on the stupid cinder blocks that it consists of. How hard would it be for me to type my essay, then? Besides, even though the ghost-busting business has been somewhat slow since I started college, what if I needed to use aforesaid fists to kick a little unruly ghost butt? You just never know about those things. They pop up when you least expect them.
Of course, and then they disappear when you least want them to. But that's a whole different story.
Okay! Rene Descartes created the Cartesian co-ordinate system to allow for equations and their corresponding geometrical pictures to be expressed and interchanged at a 1:1 ratio...
Right. I am so not into this, I can't even tell you.
God. Why does college have to *suck* so much? I mean, I'm *paying* to go here. Shouldn't it be, like, a vacation or something? Why would I pay thousands of dollars to write essays? Essays that, quite frankly, I don't care about, nor do I understand? It's so unfair.
Well, at least I don't have my stupid stepbrothers to worry about any more. Well, okay, I kind of miss David, and Jake goes here too, but I don't have any classes with him, or anything. Not that Jake is a bad guy. Brad was the only one I really had a problem with, and luckily for me, he attended the local community college, in hopes of transferring to UCLA next year and joining the wrestling team. Whatever.
God, I can get off on such a tangent when I put my mind to it. Tangent. Oh, great. My math history paper. Tangent, secant, sine, cosine...
Someone, please. Shoot me now. Put me out of my misery. This is excruciating.
Well, for once, my wish was granted. Someone put me out of my misery.
"Susannah..."
The only person on this earth who could.
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© 2004 by Carolyn, Carolyn984@aol.com
Carolyn, Carolyn984@aol.com
A/N: Like I've said before, this could be considered a continuation of my other fics on here, or it could work as a stand-alone, too. Whichever you prefer. ;-)
"You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face, it haunts my once-pleasant dreams
Your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me. . ." –Evanescence
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You wanna know something about my life?
It sucks. A lot.
I'm not even kidding. You try writing an essay on the importance of mathematical analysis and the Cartesian co-ordinate system (A/N: Something I actually had to do last semester! =P) while simultaneously trying to keep your mind far, far from the place and person it so desperately wants to be consumed with. It's not easy.
Especially since you've thought every possible, conceivable contemplation about that person, oh, say, sixteen *thousand* times since the day he left. No wonder why I have déjà vu so much.
The thing is, it makes me angry. Really, really angry. Like, punch-the- wall, pull-out-your-hair, scream-'til-your-throat-bleeds angry. Like that.
But of course, if I did punch the wall, I'd probably break my hand on the stupid cinder blocks that it consists of. How hard would it be for me to type my essay, then? Besides, even though the ghost-busting business has been somewhat slow since I started college, what if I needed to use aforesaid fists to kick a little unruly ghost butt? You just never know about those things. They pop up when you least expect them.
Of course, and then they disappear when you least want them to. But that's a whole different story.
Okay! Rene Descartes created the Cartesian co-ordinate system to allow for equations and their corresponding geometrical pictures to be expressed and interchanged at a 1:1 ratio...
Right. I am so not into this, I can't even tell you.
God. Why does college have to *suck* so much? I mean, I'm *paying* to go here. Shouldn't it be, like, a vacation or something? Why would I pay thousands of dollars to write essays? Essays that, quite frankly, I don't care about, nor do I understand? It's so unfair.
Well, at least I don't have my stupid stepbrothers to worry about any more. Well, okay, I kind of miss David, and Jake goes here too, but I don't have any classes with him, or anything. Not that Jake is a bad guy. Brad was the only one I really had a problem with, and luckily for me, he attended the local community college, in hopes of transferring to UCLA next year and joining the wrestling team. Whatever.
God, I can get off on such a tangent when I put my mind to it. Tangent. Oh, great. My math history paper. Tangent, secant, sine, cosine...
Someone, please. Shoot me now. Put me out of my misery. This is excruciating.
Well, for once, my wish was granted. Someone put me out of my misery.
"Susannah..."
The only person on this earth who could.
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© 2004 by Carolyn, Carolyn984@aol.com