Lounging around, trying to look busy, on two different occasions

I wrote this earlier, when I went to my grandparent's house, that don't have internet:

I’m visiting my grandparents(my mom’s parents) right now. I’m sitting at a table in their basement, hiding behind a big vase of dusty dried flowers, attempting to ‘look busy’. By listening to music, and if anybody asks what I’m doing, I’ll say I’m doing homework. *pfft*. It’s Saturday, and I have some sort of rule in my mind about doing homework on Saturdays, which is it can wait unless certain death results in not doing it immediately. My parents know that, but it’s not like they’d say anything.

I really want either an ice capp or an Arizona green tea right now. We’re going into town after this, so I can get something there. The $2.16 in my pocket is itching to be spent.

Yesterday, when I was walking out of Subway into the parking lot, I sort of zoned out in the middle of crossing the street. After a car almost hit me, my knee locked up, and hurt like heck. I told my parents to not let me cross a parking lot on my own again yesterday. I did, however, cross a parking lot, but that was to Tim Hortons to get my caffeine fix, and surprisingly didn’t get smeared across the pavement.

I watched Corner Gas at my other grandparent’s house last night. Corner Gas is so pathetic that I love it. In the first episode, the town was falling apart because everybody was going to go hang out at the new ATM machine. The best part of it was when they showed the sign for the town that said; “Dog River” and under that in smaller letters, “See our ATM.” I was great. I forget what the second was about, because, in his own words, my Grampie is a better door than a window.

Oh, gosh, I NEED CAFFEINE. I didn’t sleep well last night, because the bed was rock hard and my mom decided that 7:30am would be a good time to walk into the room and flip on the light. Maybe I can take a nap back here without anybody noticing… nope, dad just noticed me hiding. Fifteen minutes is pretty good record for being in the same room with a bunch of people without being noticed. Actually, when I think about it, there are probably people in my class at school, who, after a month, still haven’t noticed me. What do I do that makes me so invisible?

Not only are these dusty dried flowers in front of me dusty and old, but they’re plastic, too. And their colors make me depressed. Dark green, faded pink, pale green, and brown. I like my room at home because it’s full of nice bright, happy colors, like blue, bright green, and yellow.
Smiles,
-J-