Thus, we are stuck in a rut. I see from where they come saying this, we have a way of life that we stick to... daily, and while it is comforting, and enjoyable, after a while, you realize, this happens every day. Why does it happen every day? Why doesn't something different happen? Well now, apparently, I have pulled us out of a rut. Apparently, I am the driving force, my life which happened before my eyes, has become this rope to pull us out of the norm, and into a more unexplainable, unusual place, because of something that none of us saw coming. Out of the rut my friends. Except, I don't even care about the rut anymore. Let the run be, to catch me when I fall. And let my life live, because I love it.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Rut
Every day, Ms. M glares at us and tells us to go downstairs. We smile at her because we know this is our routine greeting, at 12:40pm. So we go down and we go to the pizza place, our pizza place, where we live. And the little mexican guys know that she gets a plain slice, and to skip over us, 'cause we're with her. We grab our seats at the booth, the two of us on one side, her on the other. To even switch places would be too daring. We have the usual conversation, the usual raiding of each other's food, the usual taunting of the the newbies, and with our memorable moment of brillant humor and friendship, the days go on the same. The pizza place is like our home to crash at, and the Convinience Store Not A Deli is our best friend. We wander in there, to debate over what kind of candy we want that day, and how much is too much, and how to win a smile from the indian guys at the counter. And after countless crunch bars and 5 cent mints, we reach our final destination of the benches outside the school, where we three pounce, trying to win a spot in the desired middle. One of our beautiful quirks is our obession with being in the middle. So we sit, with our other friends, with whom we meet up with at this spot. We hug and dance and enjoy our little routine, until one-thirty when the routine is played out.
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3 comments:
well I'm glad you're glad, but you've got a twisted vision of the world, my friend. You didn't pull us out of the rut, and the decision you made was made my someone else. ANyways, what do we do that is the same everyday? ONce we meet up and sit down, it's different every day! sure, it's in the same place, but we have different conversations, experiences, interchanges, than the day before! and that is not a rut, that is truly living.
very ture. this is the way... uh... lilah said it? lol but yes, i enjoy our life very much and its also true that we talk about different things every day :)
ahhh the rut....so funny...i like the rut 2....its a comforting routine...tho it could be a little more exciting...btw the mexican guys still havnt realized to skip over us. :) and u r not what brought us into this "rut".i think if the accusor is the accused...but im not accusing...i like the rut. as for pulling us out...i think ur just adding excitment to the rut... :)
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