the writings of a spanish student

*I wrote this in spanish. it was a note to a comrade. it still is. to you. shhh*

when the stale air of the room met me, 

I could tell this was going to be the longest class period of my life.

Even before I saw the aging substitute.

The computer lab. I forgot- maybe this could possibly be a quick and painless 80 minutes.

let's flee so that music may be my refuge during school hours.

failure ensued. someone jacked the headphones.

this sub needs to be sedated.

although I wouldn't disagree that my classmates need to be yelled at.

not me of course.

I'm wearing yellow.

sometimes I wish I was a bride. I don't want to contemplate on who the groom will be...

but I wish to wear an uncomfortable corsetted dress, 

to walk into flower scented rooms every where I go,

to see people my parents know but I don't and let them shake my hand,

to have an exquisite banquet- pretzel dogs are a must.

unlike most teenage girls, (I assume)

I have no idea what I want my colors to be...

I guess I'll just have to imagine the aroma of pretzel dogs to tie me over.

what are your wedding plans?