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Post by Zain Jeffery Delwyn on Jul 3, 2010 9:06:14 GMT -5
 we flipped our finger to the king of england
stole our country from the indians
with god on our side and guns in our hands
we took it for our own------------------------------------------ Mondays were alright for Zain, it was the start of the week and he had been rested from the time of the weekend. It was Fridays that he really hated, they were always so long, and he always had so much that he had to do, with all the people that he was teaching and what not. It just seemed he was always bogged down them days, he didn't like it and he wanted out. Then he had to remind himself, this was how he was making his money and all, so he had to keep himself together and not let this get to him yet. Later, later he would let it get to him, and then he would retire and all that fun stuff, for now though, he was making himself get through all that he had to so that he could get his life in on track. This Friday started out just the same, his alarm went off at the right time, then he got up and went getting himself washed up and ready for the day. When he was done, he packed his things and then went into his kitchen in the small apartment that he lived in, making himself something to eat before he would head out. He sighed, he needed to go shopping, he was running out of the things that he wanted to keep in the house, like milk and eggs and bread so that he didn't starve, maybe he would go after all his classes were over.
Once he was done he worked his way out of his house and down to where he had his car, stupid thing sometimes didn't want to run, but today it was being nice. He got in and turned her on, as she purred to life he started to drive off from there. He had classes all day today, and some privet lesions that he was having to teach as well, good thing he was really into music or he was going to put up with this that time. So as he started through the city, he yawned and fixed his shirt, taking the moments as he was getting through the lights and traffic as well. The school was not that far away from where he lived, he could have walked if he really wanted to, but he was being lazy and so he was taking his car like he did every single day, he didn't like walking unless he really had to walk. Like when his car would be a pain and not want to start, he would have to walk then, but that was few and far between times, he was looking into getting a new car now. Save him some time and money having to fix this old piece of junk that he was driving.
It didn't take long and he was soon parking in the teachers parking lot and getting out of his car. A yawn escaped him and he was once again wishing that he was still in bed. He went to the back and grabbed out all his gear for the day and started heading to the school. Rubbing his eyes some, he was watching the other students that were making there way to and from the buildings, heading to classes and what not. Oh how he wished he was still in school, that would be something else, but you know he was glad he wasn't. Then he wouldn't have to go through all the pain that he went through when he was younger and in school. Opening the door to one of the buildings he headed down the halls and heading to his class room, he had a nice room, great for music and a great place to just hang when you had nothing else to do. He always had some kind of music playing in there when he was not teaching. Unlocking the door he went in and flipped the light switch on, taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the room around him.
Yawning again as he moved into the room and propped the door open so that people would know that he was in now. He went to his table and put his papers down, then to another table and put his guitar and what not down. Once that was done, he went to his cd player and turned it on, something light this time, he would play the harder stuff as the day went on and all. Once that was done, making sure everything was ready for the people that he was going to teach that day. He sat down at his desk and leaned back resting his feet on the table and sighed. It was going to be a long day, he just hoped something interesting was going to happen, it would be a nice change to the every day boring life that he seemed to be living, well it was better then nothing. At least he had something, something that he would not trade for anything, a job and at least somewhat of a life. That was all that he could ask for, all that he could. ---------------------------------------------------
Tagged: Open
Word Count: 865
Outfit: Click
Song: 'Merican by the Decendents
Mood: Tired
Notes: First Post for Zainy
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