One of those books

{Right: sailboat on Lake Geneva in sepia setting}
My foot tapped impatiently on the wood floor. I leaned against the swinging door again, felt my shoulders rising as I took a somewhat slower breath and bit my lip. It's always the same. The same view as I look out, the same warm air, the same mountains, the same unknown people walking around and driving in stupid cars. I don't know why they're stupid, they just are. A mix of tiny 2-seaters and obnoxious American ones that make me wrinkle my nose. Ironic how I call them stupid when they have the smart car in this country.

Just 80 more days, I told myself. I slowed the foot tapping and proceeded to glare out into the French air. A sigh followed. Of course. I had been in the house all day with nothing to do. Nothing. I had homework, sure. But I didn't feel like it. So I just stared out the window, being glum at France going by and then blogging about it.The French kids did their stuff, talking and yelling for someone to pass them the soccer ball across the street. The baguettes got stale, there was nothing on TV and therefore it remained off, the Saleve just stood there, I again uncapped the red pen to cross off another day and I wasted time on the computer.

It all seemed so terrible to me. Just a while ago I had been uber excited for Pioneer band. It all fades. Always. Then comes back. It was nice watching life go by like this to a certain extent, but I hadn't been outside all day.

The trumpet lesson went as they usually do. My teacher was sick with a cold though and would blow his nose periodically. I learned some blues scales, so that's exciting. I need to work on my improvisation. You gotta have confidence, but not too much I guess.

I am currently eating the feet of my bunny. A few more chews and he's gone. I guess this is the "messed up tense" blog post. I was in past tense I guess... but now it's present. Well.. it was more like... some other past that I forget what's called. Sigh. This Blog Every Day in April thing would be easier if we were given like prompts or something.

I feel like I'm in one of those books. It's hard to explain what "one of those books" is though... it's like...Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants but sort of the other way around... or like when the people just have to see each other and meet but they can't and just have to survive. There's lots of hugs and all that at the end, and just yeah. I dunno.

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