My mother canceled our AOL subscription and along with it goes my email address of seven years. I’m worried, even with the free AOL thing, which she didn’t switch over to, I’m worried. So, what happens when I loose my beloved email address? Heartless wench! (only in jest, I actually love my mother.) Of course, I have other means of electronic mail, but I adore my AOL address. Oh, how criminal the world is.
And tomorrow, I have work. And a week later, school starts again. And months from now, I’ll be staring down the barrel of the PSATs. And a year from now, I’ll be dead, murdered in cold blood by the College Board. Why? Why must adolescence be so painful a time? Why do I sound so emo? From where comes this unwarranted and bothersome angst? Why am I so fat? I lament.
Bugger. My damned email is going to hell. My life, basically, is attached to that email. Bugger. Least of my problems right now, I should think. I’m not looking forward to school, another year of pain and sleep deprivation. And speech, good old speech and debate team. Another year of waking up at five on cold winter mornings, trekking outside to random schools and institutions in skirt suits and sneakers. Another year of writing my code, name and piece on a chalkboard, another year of nervous anticipation, another year of not breaking or qualling for the State tournament. Another year, same shit, different day.
The more I think about, the more troublesome and laborious it all seems. Ugh! And, in the midst of all this, the death of my email address. Criminal, absolutely criminal.