I don’t know what to write, my mind says. Is my mind me, or is it another being? I’m looking at my desk and seeing the usual. Headphones. A contact list for tradies and subcontractors. That will come in handy next year when construction finally begins. My first building project, I’m looking forward to it. Maybe I can finally start earning a decent amount of money, save up and go to Japan again with Tam. That would be nice. There’s also a sticky tape dispenser here, don’t know if that’s relevant. Then again this is a stream of consciousness so nothing is really relevant. Christmas jingles are slowly but surely getting on my nerves. We have too many Christmas toys here, and they- wait, never mind, it just turned off. Sweet, sweet silence. Not including the TV blaring Greek talkshows in the background, or my mum shuffling about upstairs trying to clean the house. I have to mow the lawn after this, and the only reason I’m getting out of it is because I’m writing this. So I’ll milk it for as long as I can. My mum just called out to me, I didn’t hear what she said, so I said replied with ‘what’, and she seemed to have deduced that I wouldn’t be able to help her from in the office where I was. Thank God for that.
Oh great the music has started again just what I needed. It’s Paris’ fault but I really can’t be angry at him considering he’s just a baby. Funny thing, to have two siblings at least 16 years younger than you. Puts everything into a different kind of perspective. I’ve always wondered what it would be like or what I was missing out on by not having any siblings. All my friends have at least a brother or a sister, some even more, except for me up until I was 16. Then everything changed. Well not everything, but lots of things. Now I was no longer the centre of attention, and I loved it. I could waste my time on the computer and my parents would be far too busy to tell me off. Of course that’s not a great reason for wanting a sibling but it sure was a perk. But now I can’t imagine a life without them.
Garage door just opened. Wonder why? Should probably go see what dad is doing after I finish writing this. Hope the dog doesn’t escape, though that dog never escapes. It’s too timid. This worry is just a remnant from when Max was still alive. Ah Max, I miss him. He was a good dog, if a bit temperamental and moody. He was mine and he was with me since the beginning of primary school. So it was a bit of a shock to lose him so suddenly, even though he was getting old. The music just stopped again. It was really getting on my nerves. Who invents such stupid toys anyway? Kids don’t like it, adults only put up with it because they think it’s ‘cute’. Anyway, word count reached, until next time.
