Taped-together converse, Arthur Miller, and Tituba.

Part 1: Written between 10 and 11 o'clock AM.

Hm. Well, out of my boredom, I'm going to blog again. These posts are going to become frequent for me now, methinks.

I think I'm going to try a random thought process. Might help introduce myself further, show how I tick.

I'm looking out the window onto upper middle. Summerschool English. It is 10:03 on July 19th. There are thick clouds outside; white at the top, and getting gradually darker as they near the bottom. Look like rain clouds. They're too far away though, there is no rain here.

Now I have a song stuck in my head. All We Want by Elias. Catchy. 


We just took a note, and in those 20 minutes, the clouds have advanced past the school and there's actually a patch of blue sky. 
 
And now, more clouds. Bah. 

Hey look, a FedEx truck. My friend told me that between the E and the x, there's an arrow created. It's true. But he Also told me that every time I see a FedEx truck, I will see the arrow. That is false. I may remember the comment, but I don't see the arrow. 
Nuther note, gimme a minute.

Tituba. That's a strange name. So many ways to mock it. Perhaps the most entertaining is the word 'tuba'. 
I am now going to imagine her carrying one throughout the rest of the book. It should make this godforsaken script more interesting. 

My friends did that last year with Lord of the Flies. They replaced 'conch' with 'boner'. 
"Ralph cradled the boner." 
"Ralph blew gently into the boner."
"I know what that is. It's a boner. My aunt had one."

You get the idea. 

Oh, I just remembered. I duct taped my old converse together. One of them was torn and completely destroyed. I almost wore them today, but I found out a lace was missing. I'll post a pic later maybe.

Oh!! We just got our Gatsby essays back. 85!! Considering I put little effort in, I am satisfied. 





PART 2: Took place between 4:00 and 8:30 PM, and was written at 9:20 PM





I just took the converse out for a walk, and they didn't really last long. Mind you, I walked for 4 hours, over rocky terrain. oh how I enjoy the train tracks. They're great fun. You gotta watch out for trains, mind you, but there are some great pics to be taken. Great graffiti,nice plants, and, oh, did I mention the many animal corpses, rotting in the middle of the tracks? No? there's probably a reason for that.
Most commonly, these cadavers are raccoons, mice, and birds (Today we found a curled up seagull and a fully intact, newly deceased little bird. I have pictures). There are ponds and highways nearby, too, and also abandoned buildings.

Or so we thought they were abandoned. The gate was open (we should have clued in), and so we walked inside. As we neared the building, I saw two guys in work uniforms (one looked a lot like Mario from that failed Super Mario movie). "Oh, shit. There are people here." I said absent-mindedly, to which my friend simply replied, "Fuck it." (I apologize for the vulgar langauge, but it does apply well to this situation), after which we just sort of turned around and booked it down the train tracks, laughing as we went.

As we went back at our secret entrance to the tracks, I saw something red sticking out of the bushes. A license plate. From a trailer. It's red and really coo-ool.
I'll post the pictures on Facebook for those of you who have me on there. Beware the graphic content, dead animals and whatnot.

Well, I now have an interior monologue to write, so thanks for listening. Or reading... Whatever. 

Until next time, damn you Arthur Miller.

Kthxbai.

~V