Tabitha Smith (tickingtimebomb) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-01-11 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | boom boom, white queen |
Who: Tabitha and OTA
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Observation tower
What: Chilling after ditching classes again
Tabitha was sitting on the ground with her back against the wall, a pair of large headphones jammed down over her ears. Lady Gaga was singing about something or other, but to be honest Tabby was way too zoned out to really pay attention. She'd been feeling...listless lately. Sure she'd been hanging out with her latest posse, smoking weed with the latest goody-goody wannabe delinquents out in the hedge maze. Sure she'd been sneaking out to go into town and party for awhile at some rave or another. And yeah she'd even gotten to know her roommate better and crashed some parties here at the Institute. So why did she feel so...blah?
Was it because of that one guy in class getting a post card from his lame-o parents? Whatever. That wasn't it. She couldn't care less about her parents.
What was this...funk she'd been feeling lately? Like she was on the outside looking in. Like she was...disconnected. School was all about having fun right? Screw going to class and getting squawked at for failing another test or not studying stupid books the night before. Whatever. It was all such a drag. Sometimes she didn't know why she stuck around at all...
Maybe because she had no where else to go.
Whatever. Life's a joke anyway. Might as well have glow sticks, right? Seriously, what WAS this funk? Worse than a downer after a huge sugar buzz.
Confident that no one would bother her up here, she unzipped her leather jacket to get more comfy. Pushing her blond bangs out of her face, she then closed her eyes. Lady Gaga kept on singing, and Tabby just bobbed her head and listened.