The Impression That I Get

I hate being distracted.
So today was warm and sunny, with a gentle breeze.
It was the perfect day to lay in the grass and watch the clouds, but there are no clouds; not in San Diego, not at this time of the year.
The sky is a vibrant blue, all the flowers are in bloom, the birds are singing; it's like a fantasy land.
Today reminded me of afternoons that I remember from days so far in the past; but now that I spend the majority of my time alone, I tend to miss any semblance of the past.
I have to be blunt, it fucking sucked to go to class.
Especially math, you climb up the concrete steps of the oldest building in the school (built circa 1925), it's been rebuilt and looks like an institution.
The entire school looks like an institution, a lot of the classrooms have no windows, the library is literally a dungeon (part of it is built underground).
Imagine a goblin living in a hobbit hole, that's the library; and I'm pretty sure they haven't updated their actual book collection since the 1990's.
The building that I take math in is located at the back of the school, there are winding linoleum steps inside; but my class is on the first floor.
I moved down a dim, cold, grey hallway to a gunmetal door with a small square window.
And there I spend almost an hour staring out the window of one of the only buildings on campus that actually has windows.
I really hate being stuck inside.
My thoughts just run rampant all over the place, it's really difficult to reign them in.
All day Ms. Frost has been coming up to me with problems relating to Satan, am I the only one around who can sympathize?
I suppose if you think about it, I am.
I haven't graduated or failed so bad that I went to charter, so I guess.
Me, I'm just a bystander in life.
Standing outside this little circle of light cast by reality, I occasionally touch it; yet I slip away like a shadow into the darkness beyond the edges of time.
Anyway, erm, well, *gag* I have like so much energy hahahaha, I'm only poking fun....at everything.
At the world, in their comfortable little pool of light, they don't even see beyond the horizon line.
I'm laughing at my own generation, with their bad spelling and illiteracy.
Nobody knows anything these days.
Oh so at the Library (our after-school hangout spot), I had a few interesting moments.
I have this friend who I think has a thing for me, I'm going to call him Snuff (because he always chews tobacco).
He's always following me, and today I was observing his body language while he was with me.
I always roll his cigarettes for him, so while we were walking around looking for a place to sit I started running away playfully.
He chased me and caught me in his arms like it was some cheesy romantic comedy.
We got kicked off the back steps of the church, so I didn't have time to roll properly.
He asked Satan for a lighter, Satan lighted it and was making remarks about my crappy rolling.
I suddenly found myself trying to defend myself with a half-baked explanation.
I don't understand why I care enough to explain myself to him, nevertheless it's always been like this.
While Snuff and I were smoking I was observing his body language.
I was thinking about a Sociology article I was reading about flirting.
He was mirroring my movements unconsciously, moving closer to me (also unconscious), brushing things out of my hair.
*sigh*
He also texts me every single day, only about an half an hour after we last saw each other.
I ran my thoughts by Catwoman later, she said she had been thinking the same thing.
Also while I was there a Former Flirting Buddy of mine happened to take up interest in me again.
I feel like Daisy Miller, an incurable flirt.
I've always admired Daisy though, she really knew how to live in the moment.
How to be happy, have fun; It's what I've always striven to be.
So I'm wearing a green dress in 1502 ;)