The Way Things Are part 3

Well. Goddamn bird.
I cried a little before I went to sleep. It was hard, though. Sleeping. I could have sworn I could hear Pocco in his cage, talking or shrieking, or flapping his wings. But he wasn’t. It kinda scared me to think about. I hated death. I didn’t understand it. And, usually, it wasn’t fair. Not fair at all. But, then again, it’s not death- or the actual act of dying, that is unfair. It’s how and to whom it happens. And fuck everybody that says it’s life. Fuck them. Let them lose someone, and see how much of a fucking comfort that is. It’s like falling and busting your kneecaps. Well, that’s gravity. Fucking stupid.
I also had restless leg. Fuck me.
But, the night beat the shit out of me, so I was finally able to get some sleep.
Thank you night. Thank you.
I woke up mope as usual. I didn’t want to get up. And it was twelve o’clock. I looked at my cage sadly. Pocco would probably still be sleeping. Lazy ass bird. He would have his colorful head ducked inside his red wings.
Some times he made fake snoring sounds. Usually when I was trying to sleep. He was practicing. You know, in case I had to sleep with anybody. He was a dreamer. And a pervert. Goddamn bird.
Well, not much I can say that wouldn’t be painstakingly boring. All I had on the agenda for today was Business Calculus. And oh my God was it boring. It was my day dreaming class. Yep, it was dick and vagina magic time. Who to imagine today? Leonardo Di Caprio or Katy Perry. I don’t know. Maybe both? I was really bored. I kinda wanted to hit my teacher in the face. She looked like a frog. Big mouth, big, dark eyes, and stupid cropped hair. Wannabe. She was a sarcastic bitch. And not in the good way.
Best fucking question ever asked in this class:
“Mrs. Pearmont, are you a lesbian?”
Swear to God it wasn’t me. Swear.
She didn’t answer, though. Looked a little uncomfortable. Like she had a certain brown monster hiding in her bottom.
Then, after an hour and a half of pinching away a boner, the bell rang.

I ate the extra burger I had leftover from McDonalds. It wasn’t very good cold. But it hit the spot. Math made me really hungry. And I never did anything in that class. I think it’s the head sex. Has to be.
Today wasn’t so pretty. It was grey. Not raining, but the air was warm with moisture. It made the old gothic looking buildings ominous looking. I hate classes here that run after dark. Scary as hell. I heard a loud screech in the sky. It was to shrill to be an eagle. At least to be an eagle with balls. I popped my head up (at a risk to my poor neck) and I could see a little dot of red in the sky, flapping about needlessly. I couldn’t quiet make out what it was. But as it got closer, I could see the yellow and blue tips of its wings. It sang something. But what it sang, it wasn’t happy. In fact, it sounded like a dying scream. A drop of water land on my forearm, then another, until tiny drops, soft and cold, were showering over me like little, clear petals. It was raining.