patheticness and ramblings daran

Oh, how thoroughly pathetic am I? It’s 8pm on a Friday night, and what was I doing? I was sleeping, you heard it, sleeping! I went to sleep after reading a chapter or so out of Painted House by Grisham at around, hmm, 5:30 or so? At any rate, I was rudely awakened by my father, who wanted me to sign my tax form. First of all, I don’t want to give them any money to begin with, let alone be awakened to sign the friggen form. And since when did I have to sign my middle initial? I’m pretty sure I didn’t last year. So I sort of lethargically sat up, and attempted to sign my name. You should never sign important documents when you’ve just awakened. I know they really don’t care that much because I’m the one that’s paying them, but the E definitely had like 3 humps instead of 2, and it definitely looked like I wrote Erim. -shrugs-

Right, so by then, I was just lazily staying on the couch, rather sprawled out and physically inclined to go right back to sleep. But of course, by then I realized and fully comprehended that it was I, a perfectly good 18-year-old high school senior who’s really pretty much done with school altogether, sleeping on a lovely Friday night. There was no way I could let myself continue. No way. What do I do? I jump when the phone rings, thinking, “Gee, maybe that’s someone I know wanting to go do something!” only to be sorely disappointed when my mom never calls out “Erin, it’s for you…” I kind of lie there, and eventually reluctantly peel myself off of the couch and laze on upstairs, where I sort of stumble (in an almost drunken manner) to the piano bench and crash. “Mom, do you realize how pathetic I am?” I don’t really think she cared though. I don’t think my dad took me very seriously, either, when I started whining that I didn’t want to watch a movie or sleep or read or go online or be at home at all. So he simply left the DSL on for me, and here I am… online. This is perhaps even more pathetic than being asleep.

My mom also remarked that I had people coming over tomorrow night. Great Mom, that doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that tonight’s FRIDAY night and I’m HOME. Plus, it’s my English class that’s coming over, which is simply wonderful, but also rather pathetically wonderful. I seriously love my English class… but that’s an entirely different story.

The phone just rang, once again getting my hopes up. But as I was waiting for my mom to answer (there was no phone near me and I knew there was one near her), I realized that she wasn’t going to answer. And as I ran upstairs to claim the call myself, I realized that she wasn’t there. In fact, I think she left… I mean, I know my dad left, but I had no idea I was alone. And what happens as soon as I get within a foot of a phone? It stops ringing. -stare- The kicker is, no one seems to have left a message. I may have just lost my one chance at non-pathetic-ness.

“So, what did you do this weekend?” Well, I went out after school Friday with Kim, Aimee, Emma, and Kate to celebrate Kate’s birthday. (Yes, we’re actually all talking again, and it’s wonderful… I missed them.) We went to Olive Garden and then talked in Kim’s car about… well, to be honest, we talked about sex. Then I went home and fell asleep on my couch, signed a tax form, and went online for the duration of my night. Saturday I slept in until around 11, at which point I got a shower and proceeded to take two hours to get ready. (Yeah predictions.) Saturday night I had my English class over, as only a true nerd would. And how was your weekend?

The humor of it all.

Anyone want to go dancing? Or bar-hopping? Or just… I don’t know… for a drive in my dad’s red two-door Acura with leather interior a moon roof and sports shift? I may or may not look really cute in it, but it’s at least worth feeling cute in it… especially with the windows down and music blaring on a lovely Friday night. But that’s not going to happen, now is it? (This is where you shake your head “no” at me as pityingly as humanly possible in order to make me feel even worse than I already do.) Actually, I don’t feel all that bad, as find the situation rather amusing. It reminds me of the good old days, when I had no life. Old days? Hmm. But really, I want to dress up and look all cute and go out with some girlfriends and bond. (I would’ve loved to stay with you girls today – had you not all had to work – and just hung out and do girl things all night.) I’m kind of glad that it’s not so much a desire to be out on a date with a guy, and that it’s just a desire to be out with friends and be SINGLE and be CUTE and just have fun… not give a care in the world and just have fun.