nonsense journal on a rainy day

Sleepy as ive ever been on a rainy morning, i woke up knowing that i would not ditch class again for just another dreamy nothingness. i strived to open my lazy eyes to look on the clock just facing me the whole night ive been asleep.. Great 5:50 am.. Wide awake, but still--like a young girl wanting to have her cotton candy--im hoping that the city mayor would declare class suspension--the weather has been terrible since i could remember. While i was absent-mindedly laying down the bed, my half-awake-half-asleep mother then asked me to text my grandfather--who lives few inches beside our house--to listen for the news that might actually lighten up my boring mood.

I sat down and happily reached my mobile phone, and sent a message to my grandfather as fast as my cold hands could type and kill my phone's keypad.
Halfway as i texted , i exhaustedly bent up to stand my freezing knees as i went out of my room just in my luck to see that mr sunshine is still on vacation.. The dark navy blue sky greeted me with anger as i peeked through our blue glass window--which emphasized more the angry late dawn that met my gaze. Just in time i faced back to return in my room, my now-awake mother murmured something unintelligible and went back to her chore. I just calculated what she had said and i realized that hey, my mother is on my side of view.. She unsurely predicted that classes would be suspended this day.. Well, i hope she would hit the win button.
I went back to my room, texted a few classmates and schoolmates who've i known that has no hesitant to join my "class-no-no team"..

After a few minutes, in just a beep, my grandfather brought me the news my classmates and i have been waiting for..
Another beep, another classmate, spreading the "delightful" news..
My mother who unfortunately cant join the "celebration"--[for she still has work to attend]--asked me to fry the rice ive cooked last night. Unsurprisisngly, my ears ignored her command and my lazy body went back into the sleepy mode as i kept murmuring inside my mind.. ''dreams.. dreams.. dreams.. dreams..'',
but i cant sleep back as i smelled the oh-so-yummy-something that my mother had cooked. The delicious smell of garlic flared through my nose as i thought of the mouth-watering dish that her hands have been trying to do..
After how many minutes--after my mother had cooked, dressed up, and is willing to leave to go to work, ive finally decided to eat my tasty breakfast while my mother assigned me some chores that i am not considerate of doing.. I just let her be with her commands and notes for me, as i stood up and grabbed my mobile phone together with my headset to listen to something that would calm down my now tangled-up mind.. I sat on the cold couch, stared at the glass window, and listened to the music which i downloaded last night. Freezing with intense, i continued with what i was doing while waiting for my mother to step out of the house. In the nick of time after she left, i turned on the computer and did some research about some things which would actually bring sense in my clouded mind.

And now, facing my computer screen, thinking sharply as i could, typing fastly as my hands could possibly do the job, looking at the curtain free-willingly dancing with the swooshing air, and hearing the wild roar of the rain, here i am writing about a nonsense journal.



♥ xoxo--geianne

grammy awards for the worst "extras" in the business

they are soooo dramatic that they dont fit the whole comedy scene..
they dont act good.. like really..
thy're total Blurp..
and they're masks? sooo transparent u cudnt even notice theyre having one.. But i can tell the material of their masks though, its plastic.. yah..

[ugh!!, they think they're "the it" But theyre soooo not..]

they're guts? its choking me.. [good thing i have enough water for the entire show..]

so yeah, you Better know who "they" are.. =]



xoxo--geianne