With nothing differentiating one twenty-four hour span from the next, the days tend to run into each other, all becoming indistinguishable and monotonous. Every day is the same deal. Wake up late, go to school tired, come back home, frustrated after a stressful day, run up to my room, shut the door, and don't talk to anyone until supper is ready. Run back down to eat, speaking as little as possible at the table, then run back up to my room and lock myself in again, and go to sleep. (That was kind of a run-on, eh?) Once in awhile, if I'm feeling particularly daring, I might slightly re-define the mold and crank up the radio. But only when I'm in a wild and crazy mood. (I'm getting really sick of love songs, and that's all the radio plays anymore.)

There's not much to say about the life of monotony. I spend Saturday nights at home, usually either on my computer or watching TV in my room (or eating, I love to eat. It's an Italian thing).

I'm not particularly unhappy about the monotony ("unhappy" as in I slash my wrists to add some variety to my day), though I can't say I'm thrilled to know that the next Saturday will be the same as the last. I look forward to the summer, when I can get a job at a non-fast food place, and have something to do. But even more, I look forward to when high school is over and I can go out on my own and start a new life, far away from the quaint little town of Racine, Wisconsin. When I can become a professional and enter the real world, full of bills, taxes, and politics. (Hey, it might be nice to experience some different, non-school/social related forms of stress.)

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