Walking into your room to see it the same way that you left it has to be up there with some of the best feelings in the entire world. I mean I don’t have those parents that clean my room, but I just love how I left the house for days to return to the exact same situation that I left it in. It’s just such a good feeling to see that my Hyper Magazine is still opened up to the same page that it was on when I left, my Big Day Out timetable that I printed off is still sitting there on my belt with the little bits that started to peel off it and I just finished the job, tearing off these square type brown leather squares. The brown leather squares are still sitting there, not moved from the spot that they fell onto, right next to the empty glass of orange juice that I left there, next to that is my iPod dock remote, pointing at the iPod dock, I press play to resume the same song that I was listening to before, paused in the same spot, Paper Planes Remix by MIA ft. Lil Wayne... I am home.
Being home is great, but it’s not like I will be here for long, I mean I will hopefully sleep here tonight but then tomorrow morning, or more realistically afternoon; whenever I get up, I will just head back to Andrew’s. Mum just walked in and read what was on the screen, what was on the screen was of course the above sentence stating that she doesn’t clean my room, and she wanted me to change the sentence to say that she doesn’t ‘disturb’ or ‘meddle’ with my room, because she doesn’t want it to sound like she doesn’t clean my room, I mean she did actually just come in to vacuum, but mum should know that I rarely use the delete button when I write these, I just keep going and correct my mistakes as I go. Mum left the room saying that she hated me, and now the remix of Show Me Love by Unknown Artist is playing... I am home.
When mum left she didn’t just leave, she took the glass of orange juice that had no juice in it that has been there for god knows how long. When she went to pick it up from the desk it made that sticky sound that happens when you lift something off of something that is sticky, I do not know how I am going to describe it but you know what I am on about, it happens, it makes that sound and then you are left with that sticky ring of moisture on your desk? Anyway, so I just walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, opened the fridge to see that there was Orange and Mango juice in the fridge, so as you can probably assume right now I am just loving being at home, loving life. I put the glass of orange and mango juice, which now has barely any juice left just so you know, I put it back down onto the ring, I mean now it’s empty because I picked it back up and finished it but you know, I haven’t typed here in a while, it’s been a good ten minutes. Nah... I am so home.
To say that I am disappointed in the efforts of us staying at Andrew’s would be pretty spot on; I mean we have just sat around the entire time playing Xbox. The earliest we have been getting up is still in like, the PM, and it’s not even early in the PM, I mean it’s been like three, four PM, then there was that day that Andrew slept in until six... that was just fucked though. Really though, the week so far in recap form has been getting drunk twice and playing Xbox the rest of the time. I only got drunk once of the two times though, I mean none of my drinks were cold, or at least that’s what I blamed my so called softness on according to the rest of them. I was really expecting this to be like schoolies again, but longer, and without like, you know, the actual schoolies, but it has really just been the same as normal, just I haven’t been going home at all, but when I do, like now, it’s just great.
Like I can imagine Andrews parents coming home and being so disappointed in him that nothing bad has happened, I bet that they are looking forward to coming home to a punched in section of dry wall, or a beer drenched TV and stereo system, or maybe even a broken window or some writing on the walls, but we are keeping it so well kept if that makes sense that they are going to be so happy that like, the happiness reaches the top of the happiness metre and goes all the way back down, resetting kind of, and now it will reach the stage on the metre that says disappointment. Hopefully that makes some sense to you, but it’s a good thing that I assumed that you won’t make sense of it, that’s why I drew up this diagram graph thing on paint.
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