miss

after my brush with lawlessness [which thank god they beieved was accidental] i have been sentenced to one day of in-school suspensions. my tasks: to write an essay on the incident, talk to the school counseler [old dirty curls herself, whom i have managed to avoid for nearly three years], and devise a solution to the problem of people stealing from the bookstore. the talk with dirty curls is the least appealing of the three. there's something to be said for avoiding detection for a long time - they see this as an isolated event, not the latest event in my adventures with minor kleptomania. i'm torn between telling dirty curls what actually goes on in my head and lying through my teeth to appear normal. in a way i want to talk about it, but i haven't had much success with that in the past and i'm not sure i want to know what she'd say. i miss the easy days.

goodbye.