Excerpt: But hey, I digress.

When I woke up I knew it had to be at least around nine o’clock, because I didn’t get that feeling of wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep that I always get until nine. I let out a yawn that sounded kinda like “Agghhrnggrhhh” although you can never transcribe that kind of stuff perfectly, and sat up. The girl that looked at me in the mirror had tangled, unkempt blue hair, and only one of those adjectives was a good thing. My alarm clock told me that my hunch had been right, I took off my pajamas and got into the shower. As the cold water washed over me, I started humming a Tori Amos song. After five minutes, I was feeling ready to start the day, and got out and dried myself off. I went back into my room, opened my bureau and took out a pair of Hello Kitty panties and a matching bra, and put them on. (Don’t judge me.) Then I took out and put on a Death Note T-shirt, a pair of jeans that, surprise surprise, were blue, and a pair of azure socks. Finally, I put on a pair of pretty ugly purple Converse shoes that I had bought on a whim once. They didn’t go that well with my other clothes, but if I had paid fifty bucks for them I was going to wear the damn things no matter what they looked like.
“Good morning,” I said as I walked into the kitchen. “Oh, right... Nobody here to say good morning to.” My mom and dad had gone somewhere for two weeks, so for twelve more days I was on my own.
Yay.
I wasn’t feeling particularly hungry, I never do in the mornings, but since brekfast is the Most Important Meal of The Freaking Day I decided to force myself to eat a bowl of Cheerios. I couldn’t figure out why they had a name like that. Sure didn’t make me feel any cheerier, that was for sure. And I sure couldn’t imagine them making anyone else feel cheery either. Damn thing ought to have been called “Actually-not-that-fucking-cheerios”, though I couldn’t imagine marketing OK-ing a name like that. I turned on the TV to see if anything worth watching was on. After zapping my way through Oprah, a badly dubbed anime and an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I had already seen, I settled for Heroes. I had stopped following it during season two, but sometimes it could be stimulating to try and figure out what was going on.
After twenty minutes, I turned the TV off. There was never anything good on at this time anyway. I crossed my legs, one above the other, and tried to figure out something to do. When that didn’t work, I tried sitting like L, the character and not the letter, with my knees pulled up close to my face. That didn’t help much either. At a loss for something to do, I decided to go out.
I stepped out of the apartment where I live and took a look at what the city looked like at this time of day. It being summer, it was pretty sunny. Most people would have called it a beautiful day, although I never have been able to figure out what it is that most people find so beautiful about sunny days. Days like that are like stories where everything goes fine all the time – damn boring. Rainy day, though; those are pleasant. They create such a wonderfully melancholy mood. Sunny days are just boring.
But hey, I digress.
Our apartment was at the fifth floor. When you stepped out of the bland concrete building you had an equally boring apartment building in front of you. Between those two buildings there was a road where there weren’t any cars at the moment, this being a time where everybody is at school, at work or in bed. To the left the road went on until it met another road, creating a crossroads. The same thing happened to the right.
I took a look up. The buildings there were pretty high. Nobody looked at the tops of them unless they have a reason to.
Don’t ask me why, but that worries me.
I didn’t see a lot of people around. Those with jobs and school had already gone there, and everyone else was smart enough not to rise this early. Except for me, I guess.
My problem was that I didn’t really have anything to do. Or at least, nothing I really felt like doing. When I get a lot of free time, I never really feel inclined to do anything. It’s like the way people usually don’t eat as much when they are at an all-u-can-eat buffet as when they’re ordering something from the menu. There was a museum in town, but I had already gone there. I already had a library book that was just dull enough for me not to feel like reading it right now, Carrie by Stephen King, so going to the library didn’t really seem to serve any purpose. I could have bought some new manga book, but I needed to save money. And I guess I could have called up one of my friends, but if I did we would still need something to do or talk about, so that was out.
Hmmmm.
With nothing else to do, I decided to take a walk. I might see some interesting people, and if I didn’t at least I would get some excercise.