This Is My Alexander Inspired Post.

Oh hi. I feel the need to write. I'm hoping this will encourage more decent writing on my part, once this entry is finished.
Todaytodaytoday. Would you like to know about today?
First, I just want you to know I'm listening to Mandy Goes to Med School by The Dresden Dolls. I like them.

So first off, I woke up on time. On time enough. 5:55 am. I didn't get up though, because... that's just no good. My mom came in. I don't know what she was doing. Attempting to clean my room? I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure she went through my backpack a bit ago. Mother, if you're looking for my deepest, darkest secrets... you won't find them, I promise you. :)
I could be wrong though. My room is normally a mess anyway. I wouldn't blame her for wanting it to be a tad tidier. And bonus, she found my chapstick. :3

Anyway, after she left, I got out of bed. It must have been about 5 after 6. I think I got distracted somehow, because next thing I knew, it was 6:30 and I hadn't started straightening my hair yet. Oh well, it's all in moderation.

I was dressed, and hair-straightened by 6:54 am. Good timing. Then I went upstairs to drink my breakfast, because my brother wasn't out of the washroom yet. 6:58 am. Back downstairs. My brother was out of the washroom, so I went in to apply some not-actually makeup. More good timing. I was done getting ready by 7:18 am. I grabbed my fully charged phone, went upstairs, packed my backpack, put on my shoes, opened and closed my garage and sat on the front steps waiting for my friend. Her mom drives us most mornings. I'm glad, because it gives me an extra five minutes in the morning. I don't spend those five minutes sleeping, I spend them being ready, because normally when I take the bus I'm almost five minutes late and having to sprint to the bus stop anyway. Gawsh, I'm boring.

We arrived at school and stood in the forum for a bit. She talked to the people we spend our mornings with. I don't even know all their names, but it's okay. We're just morning acquaintances. Then we went upstairs to her locker, because it was only 7:38 and no one else had really arrived yet. She did whatever she does in her locker, then we walked down to my locker. I put my bag away but didn't put my purple splat sweater away, because I like it too much. Unfortunately, the teachers do not, and it's not uncommon for them to remind me. Oh uniform school, you make it so fun to "rebel". I said bye to one friend, and hello to another. We went to her locker.

Luckily, her locker is only about 20 down the hall from mine. I like her locker. I like our hallway. I like it a lot. Just... because. It's convenient.

Two more friends arrived, and I went to talk to them. Yes, legit friends. They don't intimidate me. Three other people arrived as well. I don't know who one of them was, but oh well. Slowly we all wandered our way down the hall to two other people. Eventually, we become a big pack. Or, they do. I stand beside them, but I don't dare utter a word. I have nothing valid to say and if I do, it's irrelevant, and unheard. That's just how it is. The bell goes, warning us we've got five minutes to get to class. I go back to my locker to grab my binder and notebook, double checking that my ipod is safely inside. I then go to meet up with two friends (legitimately) and we walk upstairs. Our homeroom classes are all conveniently very close to each other. I say goodbye to one, as she enters the wonderful world of Science. Wonderful for her, anyways. It's her best subject. My friend and I continue to my Geography classroom. She's not in that class, but she comes with me anyways so I don't have to be alone. We talk, and the bell rings, and she scurries off to her class, not far from mine. I walk into my own classroom. I do not say hello or goodmorning to any classmates. I do not even make eye contact. Instead, I take down my chair, sit in it, and pull out my notebook and a pen.

O Canada plays. I stand at attention, watching my reflection in the TV monitor. I feel awkward, and fiddle with my hands. I feel like all eyes are on me, even though I know for certain they are not. Again, I go unnoticed. Our school chaplain tells a religious story once our national anthem ends. I cannot tell you what the story was about, because I didn't listen to it. He says the usual "In name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit." I watch people in the TVs reflection as they all cross their hearts and begin to pray. (Did I mention I go to a catholic school?) I, however, do not cross my heart, or even acknowledge the fact that a prayer is being read. Why would I? I do not believe in such mendacity. We sit down. I absent-mindedly doodle and write. We watch a video about Great Lakes and Glaciation that I didn't take in. We filled in answers, on some blanks on a worksheet. We watched... TRANSFORMERS. :3 I like Transformers. It's a good movie.

Bell rings.

I walk down the hall to meet up with my friends. We go downstairs, pass our lockers, pass the forum, and I even pass my classroom to keep walking with them to their other classrooms. Then I say goodbye, and turn back. I walk back to my classroom, Rell-eye-gon. The bell rings before I'm even back in the correct hallway. I show up late, but I couldn't care less. My teacher seems a bit perturbed. The announcements are read, though I didn't hear them. Maybe I should have.

We take up some work from a previous class. Stuff about the commandments. Lucky for me, I have an appointmence with my guidance counsellor. I slip out of class at 10 o'clock and head down to the Guidance office. I sign in and take a seat, waiting. I listen, and recognize the voices in an office with an open door. Those are the voices of my guidance counsellor, and one of my best friends. She's doing better in science, needs to hand in a form, blah blah blah... I wasn't eavesdropping, I swear. Eventually, my time came, and I went in.

First thing is first: AWKWARD. She's really one for eye contact. I had to keep staring over her shoulder to avoid her seeing into my soul. However, there happened to be a semi-decent anime drawing on the bulletin board behind her. I love anime.

She just wanted to "touch base" about how things are going for me. I told her I have no friends, laughoutloud. We established that I should join the newspaper club. I guess I will; wanting to be a journalist and all. Blahblahblah. I left and went back to religion. I missed something we were supposed to copy, and I was supposed to get it from someone else, but I didn't bother, because I don't care about the Beatitudes and I already have plenty of information about them.

Religion ended eventually, and I went to lunch. Well no, first I went to put my stuff in my locker and get my lunch. Fact: I don't actually eat at lunch. I just bring my lunch bag so I can hide my phone. I met up with some friends, and we went to the washroom. Then we went to our usual corner outside the cafeteria because it annoys the commissioner, and the cafeteria just isn't right for us. Another friend joined us. I spent most of my lunch texting my friend at another school, watching my friends creep all the pictures on my phone, laughing at my friend who was suffocating herself with a bag and rubber gloves, and listening to Craig Owens telling us to "think of us, on the bus". Yeah, you could definitely say lunch is my favourite time of the day.

Eventually, I made it to music class. I was late, of course. I set up my lime green clarinet and choked out some well-played notes. That was an odd sentence... I do not particularly enjoy playing clarinet, so lucky for me, my last music class is this week. We played Beethoven's Ninth, First Slide, and Stand By Me. I didn't mess up.

Music ended. I went back to my locker to put back my clarinet and get my math textbook, which led to my being late for Math class; last class of the day. I sat at my desk, watched as the teacher explained the weekend's homework. I even took in some of it. I started on today's homework. I didn't understand a lot of it, so I'll be asking my brother for assistance today. There's not much too say about my last two classes of the day. They're never very interesting, but they go by fast, and serve as a happy reminder that I've completed yet another day in grade nine.

I walked back to my locker, packed up my bag, and put on my sweater. I pulled out my phone and replied to some texts. I went with Emily over to the pack of epic children whom I do not fit in with, nor do I really exist around. We walked to our buses. I got on mine and went home.

I'll spare you the other details. I am truley sorry if you actually read all of this. It may have been wise to have warned you of the boredom that follows.
And oh, here comes the randomocity...

I'm sorry I can't be that person you want me to be, nor can I be that friend you thought I was. I am not the one you want. I will only let you down. I wish I were better, all the time. But it's not as easy as one two three four. You know who you are.

Ta ta.