My Free Time

I'm sitting in front of the computer in my English class, not really doing much of anything, because I have no clue what I'm supposed to do. I'm one of those people who always does their best in English, always tries really hard and gets pretty good grades. Whenever anyone asks why I"m so "driven," I write it off as a factor of age. "I'm just a freshman," I say, "Of course I overacheive."

But the thing is that I have nothing I need to work on. I've already done everything, and now I have no websites to visit, because my life exists on MySpace, Dooce, and Emily's blog. That's really about it. And because neither Dooce nor Emily has posted anything new that I didn't ravenously devour within an hour of its posting, and I don't want my English teacher thinking I'm one of those slackers who always hacks onto MySpace by a proxy, I'm a bit stuck.

I could always go check The Onion for humorous commentary on modern life, and browse the Opinion articles for something bound to make me giggle and snort out loud, but I don't want these people to know what makes me laugh. And so, I log onto Blogger and open up the very visible masthead of my very embarassing blog, so that anyone who sees fit can type in "Dharma Monsters" into Google and find a snarky representation of themselves. [Hi, Kyler! Hi, Stephanie!] And then, kick my pale ass.

When I arrived at school today, I figured either everyone was laughing at my hideously pale legs, or laughing at my heinously wrong hairstyle, though in all reality, they were probably just laughing at whatever it is people like them talk about. Drugs, or something. A party? The latest episode of Project Runway, which happened not to be new last night, and happened to devastate me. I was forced to watch South Park in our basement, and then some god awful movie with Sean Connery and Catherine Ziti Jones.

I've still got at least 20 minutes left of my time in this lab, and I've still got nothing to do. I'm still staring out the nearby window and hoping someone will walk past so I may stare at them until they think I'm a loony. Think. Until they know I'm a loony, because I've been sitting here for almost fifteen minutes with my earbuds in and no music at all playing through them.