i am in religion class. peut etre je dois parler francais? c'est le deux derniers semaine de ma vie ou je suis obliger de parler francais... jusqu'au moment ou j'ai une job gouvernemental.
but whatever. i realise that this moment in french religion might be longed for in the future. i might look back, thinking: god i miss that class. nope, i dont feel that at all right now.. let me tell you something, future phillip: god i wish i was in your future shoes. there... equilibruim. a moment of want in both directions stuck in the internet. now only the internet can witness the slow change of want for the future to become want for the past.
shit its 1.44. i am looking at madame clermont. she is in a pale blue clothes. she looks like she is thinking.
theresa, with her ipod and perfect face, and kevin, with his lame okes and slight french stutter. cody, who i never hear from, except see a smile of avoidance ever so rarely. will i miss you guys? or the laptop that the school is providing me with. will it be as lame as walkmans by the time i re-read this in 20 years.
i must make this moment memorable.. by yelling something, or by doing anything. i'll get back to you on what that something is. meanwhile, i will dread time and smell theresa.
done.
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