A Jelly Fish Sandwich

It's one of those days. One of those days when it seems to drag on and you sit on your couch signing in and out of facebook hoping someone will log on and engage in some kind of human conversation with you so you can stop staring at the TV screen and laughing to yourself over the silly sitcom situations you've seen a million times before. A day where you begin counting the days since you've left the piece of property you call home. A day when the stack of books on your night stand suddenly look boring and everyone's too busy to text you. It's also the last day of school. Those two days don't usually mix, but today they have, I spent my morning writing a speech on why everyone should read the book Wuthering Heights and spent the afternoon writing that speech out on notecards in between episodes of Bones. I've spent my evening so far discussing random things with my mom and yes, counting the days since I've left the house (6). Thank you 6, you're supposed to be my lucky number. And I guess you might be, seeing as I get to go out tomorrow. I get to go to my first ever behind the wheel drivers' class, after which I'll be able to drive. I get to go to my Maker meeting, which my friends were gracious enough to change the time of so I could make it. And then I get to go home with one of my teammates and very best friends, Zach and stay the night with he, Emily and Lexie. It ought to be fun, to be extremely blunt and understate. The next day we get to ride with our friends to the Maker fair, where some more of our friends will be meeting us. It's going to be great. But today, today all I have to do is finish the last of my school assignments, get dressed up and be video taped giving my speech so we can send it to my ES. I wrote the speech this morning, yes I procrastinated. But really, how can one day out of all the rest put this feeling in me. This feeling of extreme boredom, humidity and even claustrophobia from being here? Does it make sense? Some people are perfectly happy isolated in dry cabins in the middle of nowhere and here I am bored to death after only six days. How do they do it? How am I so wimpy? And more importantly what will I write now? What would be interesting to hear about? Hmmmmmmm.